Craving For a Sexy Wife

Judging by the way he spoke to me, it seemed that Julian had truly moved on.

Before the phone call ended, I could hear Julian's voice echoing with a casualness that bordered on indifference. He talked about his wedding to me as if he were sharing everyday news with a friend.

Every word sounded like we had never been together, as if our past had never happened, as if the fights, the heartbreak, the years of silence simply never existed.

At first, I could not understand how Julian could so nonchalantly reconnect with me. We were clearly no longer lovers, nor could we be considered friends.

Our bitter break-up two years ago had left scars. We showed each other our toxic cocktail of hurtful words and ugly emotions.

Had he forgotten our past cruel, heartless arguments?

I meant, had he truly let go of the past and forgotten everything between us?

The answer was as clear as the day after the phone call. Indeed, it was true. Julian Jacobson, the man I knew too well, had changed as he embarked on a new chapter in his life.

My first love, Julian, was getting married to another woman.

His fiancée was a woman chosen by his family and hailed from a prestigious background. She was known for her good behavior and youthful charm. The woman was twenty-two years old, a year younger than Julian and was currently a college student.

Just a year past the legal age, Julian planned to honor his commitment to this woman. Whispers in our WhatsApp group said it was a promise he made to provide her with security.

I had always known Julian to be responsible, but this depth of devotion and affection surprised me. It was understandable, though. His fiancée was young, beautiful with a captivating charm and possessed a gentle and understanding nature.

Surely, it was a combination that could easily captivate any man, triggering his hidden need to protect.