Beloved Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Maybe two.” I swatted his arm, grinning. “Then it’s a good thing we have a village. Because we’ll need one.” He glanced toward Ezra and Olivia. “I suspect part of that village is about to be pretty occupied.” I laughed softly. “We’ll manage.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, his voice low, full of certainty that vibrated through my chest. “I love you, Scarlett Rosenthal.” I smiled against his mouth, heart overflowing. “And I love you, my husband. Forever and always.”

He raised his eyebrows. "You're the best husband in the world. I'm so surprised that you don't hate me because I told you I don't have a womb. Some men get divorced with their wives because she's barren." Jayda sniffed. She knew she was getting too emotional which was something she hadn't done in ages. "I'm not 'some men'. I'm your husband and I promise to love you till the end of time. I'll forever love and cherish you, my queen." He kissed her forehead and she deepened the kiss on his lips.

Azura was also startled hearing him say. "It's not that I criticize you for being disabled. It's just that I know you don't love me. I'm afraid I'll get used to your attention. You're kind, but I'm afraid I'll misunderstand." "You get used to it. I'm your husband. Besides, how do you know I don't love you?" "Why do you love me?" "Congratulations to my wife, you are saying right. I love you." Vincent did not hesitate to look straight at Azura and said. He likes her. It's not a secret that needs to be hidden. This trip is also to tell her that he likes her. He wants to be her husband.

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

I don’t care if Christian had the most traumatic childhood or if he was scared of loving anyone but all I know is that I am here to stay and nothing was ever going to keep me away from him again. He is my husband and I know that he cares about me and I’m going to extend the same courtesy to him. I love him and laying here next to him was far better than anything that I had ever wished for.

He doesn’t move away, and somehow, that makes it harder to breathe. “Jordan is my husband’s best friend.” The words land heavy between us. His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, something fear, maybe recognition flashes in his eyes before he exhales and looks away. A wave of guilt crashes through me. I hate that I’m dragging this man, this beautiful, gentle soul who’s done nothing but make me feel wanted again into the chaos I call my life. He’s given me something to look forward to, even if I can’t admit that out loud.

I grill anger boiling within me. " Let's just say it's a matter of misplaced kindness. Honestly his majesty has never had the honor of being loved by the ones he love. Everyone always stick with his because of what he has to offer, explains why he is so obsessed with you. Bet he was hoping you would be the one who truly loves him" Martin informs, his voice etching with sincerity. I look down at my husband, my eyes welling up with tears as my heart aching with pain at my husband's miserable finish.

Damian said quietly, "that you believed I have someone else, or I no longer love you?" I looked down shamefacedly. I knew without a doubt that Damian loved me fiercely. "It didn't seem so farfetched to me at the time," I protested. "Darling," my husband said. "I've loved you since the day I set my eyes on you. That's not going to change. However, I also know that my best friend has been in love with you for almost as long as I have. Why would I deny him something that would make him happy just because?"