Your Husband Not Your Brother-in-law

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time, Arthur was a good lover-almost always indulging her

a frequent occurrence, but

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her body only in hidden places. Every

eaned up every trace from the attic, from the bedsheets to the trash bin, hand

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ing moments of warmth and dopamine to conso

lf and returned to

s, the Moores had an extensive network of relatives, deeply intertwined interests, and layers of intrigue. Ca

ttending these banquets. However, as the only outsider present, she never held much presence. No

ut in the opulent hall with an undeniable aura-an air of effortless nobility cultivated from a lifetime surrounded by

, but Anne felt that he exuded a su

ired in the attic just mome

idn't spare her a glance,

ers ask, "Arthur, where were y

take care of," h

toward Anne-just for a second,

t nearly