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Chapter 80: This Time,I Signed Beside My Husband

Autor: Aveline Kryss
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-07 00:02:15

Roman didn't turn it into a ceremony. He simply sat beside me, close enough that our knees touched, and waited without saying anything at all while I read through the pages one more time, not because I needed convincing, but because I wanted to feel the weight of it properly.

I signed Tessa Marlowe first, deliberately, my own name sitting alone on the line for a moment before I slid the document across to him. He signed Roman Ashbourne beside it, and seeing our two names together on that page a
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    "Yes," I finally said. "Closer. Not now."Something in his shoulders eased, though he didn't let go of my hand. "Good. I'm not finished having you to myself yet." He said it simply, no relief performed for my benefit, just the plain truth of a man who still wanted the year he'd asked for.We ended up sitting together on the floor of the spare room, backs against the empty wall, and he grew quieter for a moment, turning something over before he said it. "If we ever have children, that's my one real fear. Not that I'll fail at fatherhood outright. That you'll disappear into being someone's mother the same way you disappeared into being my wife." He looked at me carefully. "I don't want that version of you to exist twice."I felt the weight of that more than I expected to, how much he'd actually been paying attention to the shape of what had broken us the first time. "Then we should probably make rules," I said, mostly to lighten it, though I meant it too."Rules.""For this year. The on

  • The Billionaire’s Wife Does Not Exist   Chapter 80: This Time,I Signed Beside My Husband

    Roman didn't turn it into a ceremony. He simply sat beside me, close enough that our knees touched, and waited without saying anything at all while I read through the pages one more time, not because I needed convincing, but because I wanted to feel the weight of it properly.I signed Tessa Marlowe first, deliberately, my own name sitting alone on the line for a moment before I slid the document across to him. He signed Roman Ashbourne beside it, and seeing our two names together on that page affected me more than sharing a surname ever could have. Two years ago I'd sat with divorce papers I couldn't bring myself to sign, paralyzed by a marriage I couldn't leave. Now I sat beside my husband, completely free to walk away, and knew exactly what I wanted to choose instead.I didn't need a marriage I couldn't leave. I wanted a marriage I kept choosing not to.He lifted my hand and kissed it once we'd both finished. "Technically we already owned the house." "This feels different," I told h

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    I looked down at the unsigned petition and found I didn't have a quick answer ready. It had mattered once because it represented freedom, control, the knowledge that my life still belonged to me even when everything else felt taken. Roman didn't reach for it, didn't argue, just sat beside me and asked, quietly, "Do you still need the paper to know that?"I sat with the question longer than I expected to. Part of me still needed to know I could leave. Not because I planned to, not even remotely, but because our old marriage had once taught me exactly what it felt like to believe I couldn't. That belief had taken years to unlearn, and some small corner of it still lived in me, cautious, watchful."Then know it," he said."Know what?""That you can leave."He said it without flinching, without the old fear I might have once seen in his eyes at those words. "I don't want a wife who stays because she's trapped, Tess," he said. "I want the woman who knows exactly where the door is and keeps

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    We woke late, tangled in the small guesthouse bed, sunlight coming through curtains that didn't match anything Roman would have chosen for himself, and he stole half my toast before I'd even fully opened my eyes. "You have your own plate." "Yours tastes better." "That's not how flavor works, Roman." He grinned and ate the rest of it anyway, and I let him, mostly because watching him this unguarded was still novel enough to be worth a piece of toast.Walking through town afterward, I brought the hobby conversation back up, mostly to watch him bristle again. "Have you decided on your personality yet?" "I have several." "Corporate ones don't count." He sighed like a man being personally persecuted, and admitted, more seriously this time, that he genuinely wasn't sure who he was outside of responsibility, Ashbourne, and loving me, because for most of his adult life those three things had consumed everything else that might have grown alongside them."I want to be central to your life," I

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