“He’s so mean, Leon, and everything is about him is just spiteful. I'm unable to fulfill any of his requests. I have no idea what to do. That’s why we hired servants. Baby, he doesn’t even know how to satisfy me like you do.” Aria was back to her childlike personality and pouting as she said this. Her entire appearance appeared if she’s been to hell and back again with Michael in control of her torture sessions. Michael snorted when he heard her words. His life was hell, and Aria didn’t help at all. He’d spent the week miserable with his existence and how unprepared his life had become without Juliette in it. Aria could have picked up Juliette’s mantle and stayed. Instead, Aria tried to manipulate him the entire week. She tried to compare the so perfect Leon to how unfair Michael acted toward her. Aria regretted leaving Leon after just a few minutes of talking. Michael became the monster in this situation as well. He found that part both insulting and annoying. He had no o

Michael could see she hadn’t taken her medication. She needed it to regulate the chemicals in her brain. He knew if she didn’t, this confrontation could cause many problems for her. “Juliette, you need to remember to take your medication regularly. Refusing it now is a terrible idea. How will you manage the rest of your day? Gentlemen, as you can see, my wife needs supervision to function and meet the demands of her life. I fully intend to provide that care. This is not acceptable. This was a terrible error, and I am unwilling to let it stand. If my wife wants a divorce, she will have to prove to me we can’t have a good marriage. We can revisit this in six months’ time. Until then, my wife will move back into our home, and we will resume our marriage in all ways. I will consider marriage counselling at a later date if it’s needed. It's not up for negotiation; I'll bring this before a judge if necessary.” “What? I don’t understand. You always told me our marriage was a tri

"Michael, you don't have to do this." I’m not completely incompetent. You don’t have to do this,” Juliette said as they finished their meal. “I don’t see why you suddenly out of the blue go from hating me to kicking me out of your life, and now, you’re insisting we try again. I don’t understand you at all.” She needed to understand this. “Is this all a game for you?” “It’s my life Juliette, I don’t play games with it.” Their conversation had taken a turn somewhere, and he didn’t like it. “No, but you do with mine.” Juliette said this. But he barely heard her. She mumbled this meekly, with no heat to her words. Her words almost sounded hollow. “I can't do anything to make you sign the divorce papers and end this sooner than expected.” “Six months, Juliette, and an honest attempt at fixing things.” Juliette had to stop looking at her plate to see his reaction to her next words. "How can you repair something that was already broken?" Thi

“Did you really interpret it that way? Your presence has a profound effect on me. I didn’t notice until you were gone.” He nipped at her throat as his body recovered from the surprise. His hands opened his belt, pants, and underwear. It didn’t take much to get them down to his knees and, shortly thereafter, to his ankles. Michael wrapped her thighs around his waist. One of his hands slipped between them and explored his wife’s pussy. A location he loved to experience often. He pushed her thin panties aside and the head of his cock stopped at her entrance. Michael stood tall and made eye contact with her. “Last chance to say no, my sweet little wife.” Juliette’s eyes glazed over with lust. She’d always loved sex and never said no to it. Julie rarely had the opportunity to have a lover. She leaned in and kissed him, demonstrating what she needed from him. Her butt cheeks tightened as her entrance angled toward him, silently begging him to continue. “This, little

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what’s going on here. Please fill me in. What has Julie so upset? I’ve never seen her this shaky before or flustered. Have you threatened to sue her or something?” Beck tried to be polite. Julie just called him her ex-husband. However, he questioned the necessity of being polite. Should he be kicking this man out of Julie’s apartment? They weren’t together and yet. “Oh, and you should fix the hem of your shirt. It’s messed up.” Beckett pointed to his own waistband of his pants to help Michael. Michael glanced down, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and neatly tucked in the shirt. “I’d say it’s not what you think. But it is what you think. I stated my case today and explained everything to Juliette. We’re getting back together and trying to make a go of it. She’s leaving here and returning to our home. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work from there, just keep your hands off her. “What? Wait. You think that we…?” Beckett pointed to