RYKER“Are you sure about that?” I casually asked Claire, acting like I already knew the answer. You don’t like pineapple, right?”As we were strolling through the grocery store, it was pretty obvious that we had picked up almost every type of fruit they had for sale. Fruit is becoming Claire’s favorite food!“Smooth-textured dragon fruit?” I raised an eyebrow in shock and said, “Seriously?” I raised an eyebrow as I asked the question.Clare nodded. “Yeah,” she said, “I prefer yellow-skinned dragon fruit.”I kept looking at Claire and studying her carefully. Where can I find dragon fruit with that yellow and smooth texture?Intrigued, Claire said, “Why do you appear to have such a peculiar appearance? Are you not going to find me a dragon fruit?” Claire’s expression furrowed as she spoke. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure. Midway through our chat, Claire voiced her dissatisfaction, her tone laced with pain. She said gently, “You promised to give me everything, my love,” her

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTRYKER"I love you, love!"Claire's forehead felt the soft pressure of my lips as they traced a path of tenderness down to her nose. Then, as if pulled by some unseen magnet, our lips locked in a passionate, beautiful kiss. After a passionate exchange, our bodies heaved with tiredness, and our breath was ragged and laborious as we lay entwined. My finger lightly stroked her face in a sweet, sensitive gesture.I softly whispered, "Hey, love, how about we get married again?" My voice was unsure. "While still your baby bump is hidden."Claire screamed, "What?" with genuine amazement in her voice. The words floated in the air, an inquiry loaded with doubt. "But wait, aren't we already married?"When I finally got off of her, I curled up next to her with my arms around her and kissed her. She laid her head on my chest, and I let her take in the sound of my heart beating."But you still use your birth name, right?" I murmured, a note of exasperation in my voice. I tri

CLAIREAs the excitement for our second wedding grew, a question remained in the air. Russell asked, “Are you still feeling nervous about the honeymoon?” He wanted to know if there were any worries left.Russell and I were sitting next to each other, and our eyes were locked for a moment. A tiny baby was in her arms, and she was holding it perfectly. Ryker and Daniel were busy with other young investors and businessmen in the distance. My husband Ryker and I’s wedding reception is over. There weren’t many people there. Professor Alice and her husband, Alex, were there, along with Daniel’s friends and past coworkers. After what happened to Russell, which Ryan caused, these people had become like family.There’s been a secret growing inside me for four months now. My condition’s symptoms have failed to appear despite time. Russell’s body is now back to how it was before. A feeling of envy came over me as I looked at her. Her beautiful curves and toned muscles on her body made her look st