A Married Life That Crosses The Line の小説・ストーリー

“Thank you! You’re a freakin’ lifesaver! If you ever want to swap a day, I’ll swap the days off!” “Oh stop! We have no information yet! Celebrate when you find your husband!” “He’s not my husband!” Rossie snorted, giving that disgusted look. “Shoot! I have to get back or TL will kill me! See ya later, missus!” “What the--” Rossie could not continue when the call just suddenly ended. She groans loudly, tossing her phone. She’s not married. She doesn’t even know the man so she’ll never consider it one. Marriage is not a marriage when there’s no love involved.

You're lying to me. “Dom, I appreciate you for everything you have done,” I stated, taking a deep breath. “But this is where you cross the line. Family. My family. My marriage. Don't. Don't you think that you can turn me against my husband. Regardless of what happens, he is my husband. So please..."

He had completely lost his former elegance, his eye sockets sunken and cheekbones protruding as if he had not eaten properly in days. However, his eyes burned with a frightening intensity, filled with obsessive love and desperation. I had not expected to see him at this moment, and I felt genuinely surprised. He stumbled forward, his voice trembling. "Aurelia… You can't marry him... You're my wife..." The guests began whispering among themselves, some shocked. Members of the Moretti family rose to their feet, hands moving toward the weapons at their waists.

"Get out!" Is it possible that a thief sneaked into my room? What if he murders me? Oh God, haven't I had enough bad luck for one night? "Relax, sweetheart," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the suite. Sweetheart? He leaned against the doorframe, watching me closely. "You're the one trespassing in my suite. Don't blame me for walking in on the show." My jaw dropped. Trespassing? My fists clenched at my sides as I crawled back to the bed, yanking the blanket around me. "Excuse me? This is my suite. 12rb. Paid in full. You're the intruder!"

Wine in vast quantities, tended to, among all other things, make Lini as horny as a randy wildcat. She knows she should try to control herself, but after everything she had endured over the past 18 years in her horrible marriage she is ready to cut loose, and if in doing so she drags her son along to someplace that might be most forbidden, then she will simply cross that bridge when it comes.

She kept those promises, but with someone else. I grabbed a pair of scissors. Without hesitation, I cut the photo in half and carefully packed my half away. Since I was leaving, I wasn't going to leave even the smallest trace of myself behind. Once everything was done, I placed the signed separation agreement right on the coffee table. We never registered our marriage, but with all our finances mixed together over the years, it felt right to leave something in writing. I picked up my luggage and walked out the door without a single glance back.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

"Excuse me? I agree you are my wife, but don't you remember our agreement? Stay the fuck away from my business and Ginna included, she is staying here and that's final, if you don't like it then you can move out," "Cross! If she moves in here then we are over," "We? There never was a we, you begged me to marry you which I did, you know this is not a real marriage and furthermore, if you leave here you don't even have a place to go, without me your parents will chase you out, leaving will means going back to "And you think the world revolves around you? Well think again, if that lady moves in here just know that our marriage is over," "Bitch, you don't have anywhere else to go,"

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there. The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.' I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing. I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach. Mr Cross is married. He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.