Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
For those who have asked: my cat's name is Calliope, and Cali for short! 🥺 Greek muse of epic poetry. The funniest thing is that I got this idea after I woke up one day, idk why I remembered that name.
I'm also currently on Duolingo to better my Spanish and they always use Rafael as one of the names and, I don't remember whether I've announced this months ago on my board, but that's the male lead's name in Tainted and I'm always reminded of how much I want to start that story.
Comment a lot again hoes 😡 nothing fills me with more happiness than reading your reactions😡
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Your view of the future doesn't include your spouse. I looked up and tried to imagine the next few years of my life, but I was unable to see clearly, I was too confused. This is the problem: she's your wife, you should be able to see yourself growing old with her, you should be able to click on that green button with ease, without even having to think about it. I sighed and looked back down at the screen of my laptop, selecting the 'unsure' option.
Imagining your spouse with someone else doesn't hurt you. "What kind of question is this?" I spoke out irritatedly, closing my eyes and bringing my hands to my temples in order to rub them and maybe calm down. Of course I didn't want to see my wife with another man. What about Alison? What if you saw her with another man? The annoying voice in my head asked, leading me to the thorny realization that I would be feeling way more negative and intense emotions if Alison were to leave me for another man. "Merda." I whispered, opening my eyes and clicking on 'unsure'.
The two of you don't have sex anymore. We did... Occasionally, definitely not as frequently as we'd used to. "What the hell am I supposed to choose then?" I read the short paragraph that followed the question, and I found myself admitting that my attraction to Olivia had diminished. The last few times you had sex with her, you were thinking about Alison. "Shut up, please shut up." According to Dr. Zamara, that was a red flag, so I clicked on 'yes'.
You are making major money moves without your spouse's knowledge. Did a $3900 rose gold Bvlgari necklace with a diamond-encrusted, mother-of-pearl pendant qualify as a major money move? You know it does. "I was able to easily afford it." I argued. That's why you told your wife to limit her spending this month. I sighed and clicked on 'yes'.
You want to cheat. I snorted, a bitter chuckle cascading down my lips, and I clicked on 'yes'.
You're having an emotional affair. I clicked on 'yes'. Emotional and physical. So emotional that you had trouble falling asleep tonight, because you couldn't stop thinking about her, about her messages, about the way she looked oh so sexy in that minidress. She keeps you up at night.
You have different opinions regarding kids. Olivia had come to terms with the fact that I didn't want another child, but it was hard to forget that one argument. She had gotten physical. My cursor hovered above the 'unsure' option, and I chose to go with it.
