Novel & Cerita A Mi Esposo

It was always like this. I sit on the couch, Logan on my laps babbling and playing with my hair- thankfully not pulling it this time. He starts his string of babble, possibly telling me all his dad did today, and I smile at my baby boy. Sometimes, I still can't believe that I, Mia Elena Novak, is married to the man I love with all of my heart and we have this charming baby boy. It surprises me every day, and I sometimes think that if I pinch myself, I'll wake from this dream and all this will just vanish into thin air.

So, I went online and looked for the video he had posted. “Hello everyone! My name is Raymond Orlando,” He had begun. “CEO of Orlando Enterprises and... husband of Elle Orlando. And today, I’m speaking not as a businessman—but as a man who has watched his wife suffer in silence long enough.” I swallowed hard, unsure of his next words. His voice was calm, but his eyes weren’t. He didn't try to hide the fury in them. “You don’t have to like me. You don’t have to like her. But if you think you can insult my wife, threaten her, slander her, or touch a single hair on her head—then you’ve made an enemy out of me.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” was what the pope said. well just few of our families were present and the groom was no where to be found . My father told me he had urgent business to handle few hours before my big day…. Pure sarcasm by the way. Slowly slipping out of my wedding dress, flashbacks of how I was forced to marry a pompous mafia leader for my father’s greed stings my heart. Getting married without having to see the face of your so-called husband was the last thing on my wishlist . A man so arrogant to attend his own wedding was the last man I could ever love.

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she raised an eyebrow, daring me to say it louder. I bit my lip, suppressing a grin. “You think you can escape me, my dear Ally?” I whispered, my voice dripping with mock menace, careful not to let Rowoon hear. My gaze followed her every step as she led our energetic son toward the living room. Then, lowering my voice even further, I vowed to myself, “Tonight, I’ll show you what happens when someone challenges Mr. Enrico Rossi.” as I smirk at my wife. ............ To be continued

I told him, looking up at him. He tilted his head slightly, studying my face. “So you don’t want to be seen around me?”he asked with an arched eyebrow. I shook my head immediately. Why would I not want to be seen around my own husband? He was the best thing that had happened to me in a very long time. Right now, I am with my workers celebrating a big achievement in the company, it made me feel happy and content. “You’re my dear husband, so I want to be seen around you always. Besides, you are the best thing that has happened to me so far,”I told him, staring straight into his eyes.

The groom was carrying the bride, who was covered by a veil, into the elevator. The third video was from the 8th-floor elevator lobby. The hallway had been decorated with colorful ribbons, and the groom was carrying the bride, with a large group of people following behind. Because he was carrying the bride, the groom kept his head down as he walked, only raising it slightly when he exited the elevator. With just one glance, I recognized him. It was my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with two and a half years ago.

He tells me with concern in his voice, glaring at me. - Give me a single reason why his disappearance must affect you? Is she part of your family, or is there another relationship between you that I'm not aware of? I ask him the question, offended. - Do not have to stupid you want? Maïeil was my wife, I remind you, and we kept very good relations. And in addition, she is an employee under my responsibility. It's normal for me to worry about her. He responds with a louder voice. Less than a day from our wedding, I wouldn't want there to be another argument between us. I wonder what kind of relationship we will have at home when we get married. In any case, I intend to play submissive and calm

My marriage with Lucas is finally over. * * *

Dominic’s pov: Seated properly on the bed, I exhaled, my eyes locked onto hers. "I haven't been with anyone since we got married. I’m telling you the truth." Suzanne remained silent, her expression unreadable. I leaned forward slightly, my voice steady but firm. “And I'm not ready to talk about Rachel. I would really appreciate it if you could just trust me and let me handle things." I waited, watching the emotions flicker across her face. Finally, she sighed. "Okay."