Novel & Cerita After My Husband's First Love Died In An Avalanche

"But Arthur and I are married… We have Tessa… How could he ever lie to me?" Lauren took the marriage certificate and wedding photo back from me. Without any expression, she replied, "Why would Arthur tell you? If you had known, would you still take care of his bedridden mother? Look closely. Arthur and I got married five years ago. Our son is already three." A cold shiver ran through me, as though I'd fallen into a freezer. Back then, Arthur and I had agreed we'd get married after college. But that same year, Paula had a stroke and became paralyzed. Arthur got a job at a big company.

When I was in a burst of excitement and called her that impulsively right after our wedding ceremony, she was so angry that she tore up our marriage certificate and stayed out all night. But since I was about to die anyway, I figured I might as well give up caring. So in a hoarse voice, I finally voiced the longing I had buried for too long. "I'm so cold. Can you come home and hug me?" Samantha, however, was busy. She panted softly on the other end of the phone for a while and even seemed to lightly pat the man's arm before finally freeing herself and scolding irritably, "Joshua Davidson, will it kill you to stop being so dramatic?

If it came down to just one of making it out alive, then I was going to make sure it was her! Seeing the desperation in my eyes, Nicky stopped fighting back. "Arlene, it's okay. I still have one arm. I don't feel the pain anymore. If Scott makes another move, I'll block it with this arm." I didn't bother refuting her naive remark. All I could feel was a bitter, mocking sense of how absurd my own situation was. After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband.

He opened it, carefully picked out the onions Sylvia disliked, then wrapped it back up and pushed it toward her. Then he looked up at Sylvia, his gaze filled with a tenderness Cordelia had never seen before. Sylvia lowered her head, looked at the burger Felix prepared for her, and smiled as she took a bite. Cordelia could tell from the shape of Sylvia’s mouth that she was saying Felix knew her taste best. The interaction between them was so natural and intimate that it stabbed deep into Cordelia’s heart. A memory suddenly surfaced in her mind. Once, she had seen a video online of a husband carefully picking onions out of his wife’s burger because she did not like them.

" SNOW FLOWER was her name. We were together until our fifteenth summer. I loved her With all my heart and she loved me too but She married another against my will. I willed her to stay with me, and I could marry her. But her father had already sold her and my father warned me not to ruin her married life. He took her far away, Her husband beat her when she went wrong and showed her no love. When she was pregnant, he beat her for not movin' fast enough, for bein' ugly in his eyes, and for throwin' up regularly in the mornings and making the bathrooms smell. And when she was about to give birth, He beat her and it killed her. The child was still unborn and died together with her." I feel tear

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.

We were planning the best honeymoon together, exploring exotic islands and experiencing new cultures. We really did love each other, with a deep and abiding passion that only grew stronger with each passing day. But now, Owens was gone, taken from me by the cruelty of Cage, who didn't even understand what love was, and had the audacity to think he could replace Owens as my husband even though it was just for the title. He still didn't deserve to be my husband.