All Chapters of Don't Touch The Bride : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Miles“I’m suffering from a syndrome,” I groaned, slouching into my chair, already reaching for the bottle of whiskey on my desk.Isaac narrowed his eyes. “What syndrome is that?”“Staying-away-from-my-wife syndrome,” I muttered, pouring the liquor into a glass. It was too early in the day for whiskey, but the ache in my chest didn’t care. I missed my wife. Like hell.“I hate staying away from my wife too,” Isaac added sympathetically. “I’m never going on business trips ever again.”I rolled my eyes. No offense, but it wasn’t the same. No one missed their wife the way I missed mine. And honestly, no one had a wife like mine.Then he asked, “What would you have done if she chose to get a divorce? Married someone else? Had kids with him?”I froze. I hadn’t really let myself go there. I was too sure Cheryl wouldn’t leave. But then… lately? I wasn’t so sure. She loves me, yes. I believe that. Maybe even as much as I love her—but is love always enough?“I don’t know. Die?” I shrugged, down

Miles We were at some boring event that had been dragging on far too long. I was standing with my friends, trying to nod along to their useless conversations, while Cheryl was somewhere else with the girls—probably gossiping or laughing about something I couldn’t hear. She wasn’t within my line of sight, and that alone made me restless.I kept glancing toward the crowd, trying to spot her, worried they might bring up something—anything—that could be triggering for her. I wanted to walk over and hover, to make sure she was okay, but I knew better. Hovering would annoy her. I didn’t want her mad at me again the way she had been when she found out about Anna’s miscarriage.I groaned inwardly and tipped back my glass. This was miserable. I was chugging down whiskey while listening to these idiots talk about nothing, when all I wanted was to be home, fucking my wife senseless, wrapping her in my arms while we slept, breathing her sweet, warm scent through the night and waking up a happy m

MilesBurial.It all feels so quick.So sudden, and it still feels unbelievably strange.I had really hoped my dad and I would get enough time to work out our differences, to become friends again. But here we are—life throwing at us one of its greatest weaknesses: uncertainty.It feels surreal, like a bad dream I’m waiting to wake up from, like some cruel lie I’m waiting for someone to tell me isn’t true. And yet, our last conversation had been about me having children. Again and again, over and over, the same fight, the same argument.I suppose I should be happy—I’m finally free. No one is forcing me to get married anymore or bugging me with the talk of having children soon. But somehow I feel bad, I feel worse that he never got the only thing he wanted from me. Kids.I was too disassociated to interact with anyone. Truthfully, I was also avoiding my mom. I just don’t think I’m ready to talk about what happened with her.So after the burial, I went upstairs to our room in the family

Cheryl“Cheryl,” Minnie whispered in my ear, her voice soft but carrying concern.I blinked tiredly, turning my head toward her. She was standing there holding a small cup of water and some pills in her hand—headache pills, most likely—because my head had been pounding for hours. I hadn’t slept properly in days, not really.“Thank you,” I muttered, my voice hoarse, taking the pills and water from her.“Not on an empty stomach, Cheryl,” Laura’s voice came from behind her.I sighed heavily, feeling the weight in my chest pressing deeper. “I can’t eat anything,” I admitted, closing my fingers around the pills and setting the water aside on the nightstand.“Why? Because of Miles?” Laura’s tone rose slightly, not unkind but firm. “It’s been five days, Cheryl. Five whole days. Miles is my son, but he is an idiot for treating you like this—or even asking you to take those shots in the first place. And you are not going to die waiting for him, Cheryl.”Her words cut through me, but I shook my

CherylI was staying at a hotel, barely even myself anymore, a shadow of the woman I used to be—clinging desperately to this stupid, useless hope that Miles would suddenly realize his mistake, come to his senses, come back to me, and look for me.But nothing.Laura kept trying to reach me, but I wasn’t taking her calls. I didn’t even know where my phone was anymore. It didn’t matter. Everything felt meaningless. Anna must be worried sick too because I stopped going to work; I stopped showing up for anything.Miles told me through his lawyer that I could keep my job, that I could have some money he set aside for me—but I didn’t want it. I told the lawyer I didn’t want any of it, not a single cent, and I cut off the call.I was sick.So sick.My body was always hot, feverish, but at the same time I’d shiver, feeling cold too often. Every time I forced something down my throat it would sit like lukewarm poison in my belly. It’s crazy how badly it can hurt—physically hurt—when you miss so