A newly married couple are in bed

A newly married couple are in bed…Brilliant continuation!

When you find that one person you want to spend your eternity with, you accept them with all their virtues and flaws.

One of the things most people want to know about their partner is how many people they have previously been with, and although this question can sometimes trigger jealousy, that’s still something normal.

A newlywed couple were in a bed when the husband raised the questions about the number of previous partners.

He gathered the courage to ask his wife if she was willing to share such information with him, but she didn’t say anything back, she just started gazing at the ceiling.

Love couple on their beds. Happy valentine day. sexy concept.

Pressing the matter, he assured her, “Just share it with me, it’s okay. How many men have you been with?” but was again met with silence.

Filled with regret that his words could have offended his loved one, the man apologized.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I simply thought we could have an open and trusting relationship…”

After continued silence, he uttered, “That’s alright, please don’t be upset.”

Again, there was no answer so he got closer to her and started kissing her and showering her with affection.

Frustrated, she turned to him and said, “Oh, come on! You’ve made me lose count!”

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I Received a Fake Family Engagement Ring Because My Future Mother-in-Law Said I ‘Don’t Deserve’ the Real One

Belle anticipated receiving a treasured family heirloom, but on Laura’s birthday, a jewelry appraisal unearthed truths that reshaped their family dynamics. The revelation of the fake ring sparked a confrontation that transformed everything.

The dining room was alive with laughter and the clinking of glasses as David and I announced our engagement. My heart brimmed with joy as I scanned the table, eager to see his family’s reactions. David squeezed my hand under the table, his smile broad and reassuring.

Laura, David’s mother, sat at the head of the table. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and her expression was hard to read. Raising her glass, she said, “To David and Belle, may your future be as bright as tonight.”

I thanked her, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Laura, I’m so grateful you gave David your family ring. It means a lot to me.”

Her response was immediate, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, Belle, you’re so naive! You thought I’d give you our real family ring? No, dear, this one is fake. I keep the real one in a safe.”

Her words stung, but I masked my hurt with a polite nod, even as my mind reeled. This was not the reaction I had hoped for.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. Laura’s words echoed in my ears, each syllable a sharp sting. I forced a smile, trying to engage in the light-hearted chatter around the table, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

David, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me, continued to laugh and share stories with his siblings. I felt isolated, a stranger in what was supposed to become my new family. How could Laura think so little of me? I wondered if David knew about the fake ring. My heart sank at the thought.

After dinner, as we helped clear the table, I pulled David aside. “Did you know the ring was fake?” I whispered.

He looked puzzled. “What are you talking about? Mom said it’s been in our family for generations.”

The realization that Laura had deceived us both made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I nodded and let the conversation die. But inside, I felt betrayed. Not just by the fake ring, but by the lack of respect Laura showed me. It wasn’t about the ring—it was about what it represented.

That night, as David slept, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. The fake glitter of the engagement ring mocked me from the bedside table. Laura’s words, “You don’t deserve it,” haunted me. I knew I had to do something. Not for revenge, but to stand up for myself and show that I deserved respect.

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