Novel & Cerita 067 Husband

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

Anya was surprised to hear her mother's request, fortunately last night she had taken a picture of the two of them with Arya, there were even some photos of Arya alone and photos of the two of them that had been edited by the man. "Here, Mom." Not only did Mrs. Ani look at the photos, but Mr. Adi also looked at them, because he was curious about the figure of his future son-in-law. "Wow, he's handsome, Anya is really lucky to get a future husband like this, already established, handsome again." Mrs. Ani, who had been grumbling about Anya dating her own lecturer, now said that her daughter was very lucky. "Earlier you were angry with Anya, now you're praising my future son-in-law," said Pak A

I was naked as the day I was born—I'd be a lamb up for slaughter if they found me. Judging from how they'd savored my scent earlier, I could imagine how I would turn out once they discovered me. Just then, another man said, "It's possible. It might be Wilson's wife! He's the only married man in this dorm, after all!" God, he'd even figured out who I was!

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

I told him boldly, and for the last time I pushed him with all my might, and thank God he let go as well. I turned around and turned the doorknob to get out of the room, but I was surprised again when he turned me to him. "What? You don’t hear me? I said, only my husband can hold me." "I'm sorry to miss, but to clear my part here, I am Harold Oliver Shein and you, Lorelay Sugala, is my wife." I don’t know if it’s true, but I think he smirk. "And yes, I should be the only one to hold you like how I do."

His sentences hit one after another and my smile thinned until nothing was left but a tight strained expression. Damien wasn’t only my husband but he was also the CEO of the NovaTech industries. It’s been six whole years since we got married, he told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. But our relationship only seemed to deteriorate more and more as the years passed.

"Yes, Mami Vic. I actually brought my husband here. He didn't want to leave me alone. He's in the backstage watching." "Oh my god!" she gasped again. "D-Don't tell me... please don't tell me that your husband is the person who is often linked to you. Because I remember, three years ago, you already had an issue when a video circulated claiming that he was your husband! Recently, he was linked to you again." My smile widened on my lips. "Yes, that is my husband. That man is no other than my husband, the love of my life."

I nodded rapidly, keeping my face turned slightly away from her, "I know. I appreciate everything you've done for me. You don't know how much it means to me. If not for you, I don't know what would have become of me" Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps drawing nearer and I turned excitedly to watch my husband's gorgeous figure walk into the kitchen. He paused at the entrance, blue eyes swinging between Rosalie and I. "What's going on here?" He asked. I trailed my eyes over him hungrily as the woman at my side replied him. At over six feet tall, my husband was the definition of a tall glass of wine. A form fitting navy blue suit hugged his broad shoulders, wide chest and trim musculatur

he replied nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just asked the most ridiculous thing in the world. “Well, there is a problem, Mike," I retorted, folding my arms. "My husband was here barely an hour ago. Didn’t you see? Perhaps you were too busy celebrating your big win, and you didn’t notice. But Liam Ross is my husband, and he clearly stated that in front of everyone." His face darkened for a moment before he started laughing. "Ava, I'm not naive, nor am I a fool. I know very well that he’s your husband. But what proof is there that he treats you well?"