067 Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Arriving by the bar counter, the cab driver ordered whisky shots for both of us. I took a shot, and my eyes landed on a figure, a figure I knew very well. "Clinton?" Yes, it was my husband; he was seated on a chair, his shirt unbuttoned, as a stripper circled him, teasing and giving him pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying it. “Do you know him?” The cab man asked. "Yes, he’s my husband; what the fuck?!” I got up angrily and walked up to them. “What the fuck is going on here? So we have a fight, and you come running to a prostitute?”

he said in a low, captivating voice. June, who had been filled with rage and frustration, suddenly felt calm. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mr. Alex. He is unreasonably perfect, she thought. His eyes had so much depth, a girl could get lost in them. His breath as he spoke… that deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She finally mustered the courage to speak. “Is this for real? I lost my memory… and I’m married? I’m your wife?” “I never thought I’d have to introduce myself to you of all people,” he said, exhaling deeply. “I’m Alexander Smith. Well, everyone just calls me Alex. And yes, I am your husband. We’ve been married for over a year. Please, sit—you look tired.”

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

“He is the one who will inherit all of this. “ Dominic says, “He is the oldest of us. So you should be able to rely on him. Not me. I have my own business now. My own life. And it’s far from here. “ “You are unwilling to help your own family?” his father asks, exaggerating the surprise in his voice. “I am not saying this, “ Demonic says, coldly, “All I am saying is Conor should be doing this. “ Philip leans heavily back in the chair. “Look, Dominic. “ Then he turns to me, “Violet, I know Conor is your husband. And he is trying to do what he can. But he’s never been that capable. And I need someone I can rely on. You two will be a great team. “

" California was fun and lovely, but I missed you too much when we left. I had a few friends but not as close as we were. I got married and have a son." " You are married? Why is your husband and son not here with you then". I asked " As for my husband, we are divorced, and my son is with my family, I will go pick him up when I settle". “ Roselyn, are you seeing someone these days? Do you want to talk about it?” I asked politely.

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Your Husband, Maria Walker.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the