My reborn husband fell in love with a pole dancer. After I died, he regretted it crazy.
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I was born with a fiery passion, sometimes needing to release it three times a day. But our marriage was a business arrangement. So even when it came to *satisfying* me, Dax would only symbolically use toys. His movements were precise, devoid of warmth, never a personal touch. Every time we finished, he'd politely ask, "Are you done?" As if it were a chore completely unrelated to him. But after my unexpected death, I saw this man I’d always shunned like the plague go utterly insane for me. He was like a silent, lone wolf, personally eliminating everyone who had harmed me, both openly…