All Chapters of Dear husband I can live without you : Chapter 191 - Chapter 196

Anna sank into the soft couch in her living room, her spine melting into the cushions as if her bones had finally given up their fight. The night was still young—too young for her heart to feel this cluttered, too full for her lungs to breathe normally. Yet the only thing thrumming through her mind was Gerald’s face. His wet eyes. The way his jaw had dropped. The raw confusion and pain that had sat openly on his features like an unfinished painting.The memory replayed in her head again and again, looping without mercy.She pressed a trembling hand against her chest, fingers splaying over her heart. God… he loves me. He still loves me. Everything about me.The truth of it stung and soothed all at once.She had watched him fight himself earlier—watched emotions crash inside him like waves slamming against a stubborn shore. Confusion. Frustration. Longing. Love. All of it shifted behind his eyes while he tried so hard not to break in front of her.And the worst part?The part burning li

Anna froze the moment she stepped into Gerald’s room.The air felt thick, heavy with heat and something darker—fear, maybe. His body glistened with sweat, his breath shallow, teeth clenched as he muttered broken, fever-soaked words that didn’t string into anything real.Her heart kicked painfully against her ribs.She moved before she could think, lowering herself onto the edge of his bed. The sheets were warm—too warm. His forehead nearly burned her palm when she touched him. A fever. A bad one.“Gerald…” she whispered, voice trembling. He didn’t hear her.She rushed downstairs, her footsteps frantic, her hair whipping behind her as she stormed into the kitchen.Xander almost dropped the apple he was cutting. His eyes followed her like she was a ghost who had walked into the wrong house.“What—” he mouthed silently, watching her grab a bowl, fill it with water, snatch a towel from the drawer.She didn’t even look like a visitor. She looked like someone who belonged there.Someone who

The song Anna released didn’t just trend—it exploded. It tore through the charts like wildfire, climbed to the number one spot across every platform, and refused to come down. Her voice haunted the city. Radio stations played it on repeat. People argued online about who the mysterious singer was, but none of them guessed the truth. Soon enough, the board in charge of the Best Artist Award reached out, practically begging her to participate. Anna agreed, but she guarded her identity like a jewel locked behind bulletproof glass. No interviews. No face. No name. Just the voice. The award night came faster than she expected. Anna stepped out of her private car in a black dress that clung to her curves like sin itself. The fabric shimmered under the event lights, slithering around her figure, hugging her waist, sweeping behind her with quiet arrogance. Her heels clicked sharply against the hallway floor as she moved through the back entrance. She smelled faintly of vanilla and mystery—