A Mi Esposo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He said that since I married him as a stand-in for my best friend, the failure of our marriage was understandable. "Now, I want to pursue you openly, as yourself. Will you give me a chance to be your boyfriend? I'm a single father with a six-year-old son, but he's well-behaved..." He rambled on, but I only said one word. "No." He didn't give up. He kept sending coffee, buying gifts, tirelessly trying to win me over. Five months later, I started dating someone new. The boy was an intern at our TV station named Dennis Peters. He admitted he had admired me for a long time, calling me his idol.

“Yeah, actually. Just something simple. Surprise me.” “You’ll regret those words,” Matteo said with a mock-ominous tone before heading off, humming some unrecognizable tune as he strolled toward the resort’s juice bar. A comfortable silence settled between Mia and Aidan for a few seconds before he shifted toward her slightly. Aidan adjusted his shades and turned to Mia. “So… how long have you and your mysterious husband been married?” Mia smiled faintly, twirling her straw. “Just a days ago. Still getting used to the ‘Mrs.’ part.”

They laughed as he proceeded to help her prepare and set the table. The drugs you gave me worked on her perfectly well, she (Isa) was a sex beast" He added. "I will be the best husband while we are on our honeymoon and when she comes back" he stopped, a devilish grin on his face. "I wonder if she would still remember me," The lady mumbled. "I heard the accident wipe some of her memories, if she did, I would love to see the look on her face when she sees me," She went on, taking her seat.

“You want to get married while everything is falling apart?” “Exactly,” he said. “Because love built in chaos can’t be broken by it.” She stared at him, speechless. “You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” “Why now?” He took a deep breath, eyes fierce. “Because after we marry, I’m going to expose every secret Julian Voss has buried. Every lie, every bribe, every person he’s destroyed. And when we’re done, there won’t be a single stone left standing.” Her breath caught. “Jason… that’s suicide.”

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

I said to the waiter, “para mi esposa. Tequila para mí.” As anxious as I was to get Mia back to our bedroom following the dinner, I held no illusion that our suite would be my next stop. As Madre asked Mia about the wedding and our new home, it was painfully clear that our padre wanted time with Rei and me alone to learn what the fuck was happening.

My happiness, my husband. _________________________________

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?"

’ she wondered. Wasn't he the Big Boss? Did he have to be so diligent? Mia rolled her eyes mentally. Looking ahead at her house, she momentarily froze. “Huh?” Startled to see her husband back, happiness engulfed Mia and a cute smile spread across her lips. She quickened her pace to meet him. However, her steps faltered a few seconds later. Her husband was not alone; he was with someone of the opposite gender. Mia couldn't see the person's face clearly no matter how much she strained her neck. The distance was…

“Yeah. We are.” I kissed her forehead, then her mouth, slowly, tasting salt and relief. “No more running. No more hiding, okay. When something happens we will talk it over, even when it’s ugly.” She nodded, forehead pressed to mine. “Deal, mio marito." “My husband.” I chuckled. “Mia Moglie.” “My wife.”