Book For My Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You've got a week to prepare. Report to HQ next Wednesday." "Thank you, Mr. Fuller." I thanked him and left. By the time I got home, it was already 12:00 pm. As I looked at the empty room, my heart ached. When we first got married, Emma and I used to rush home for lunch together every day. But since Keegan joined her company, she'd often make up excuses not to come home. I tried to be understanding and took nutritious meals to her office. But when I got there, I saw her sitting next to Keegan, laughing and sharing a lunchbox.

My heart pounded so hard in my chest I was sure he could hear it. "You're now the wife of Julian Rothwell," he said, voice dropping into a low, commanding tone that sent shivers dancing down my spine. "One of the most successful men in the country. And you…" his finger brushed lightly against my chin, "are not allowed to tolerate nonsense from mad people who just happen to be wearing clothes." I swallowed hard, my lips parting slightly as I licked my bottom lip…God, why did I do that? and gave a small nod. Words had completely abandoned me.

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

"Love, did you miss me so much that you can't wait to see me later? I know you don't call during this time, do you miss me?" She rolled her eyes as her husband teased her, then snorted at the other side. "You should stop talking nonsense, I heard they have a new collection of books, I saw it online, and I want the one, with the title: "THE GENERAL ICE HEART" I love the synopsis, so I want to read it and you should come with my lunch in the next one hour from my favorite restaurant if you don't want us to go to father and grandpa for a month" "What?" He stands straight from his chair with a crumpled face looking at the disconnected phone. Jayden burst into laughter.

What do you use it for? I narrowed my eyes a bit at the thought and gave her a pointed look as I seemed to have discovered a rather new side of my little wife. And then I got more curious. Who did she get this book from? And who was the original painter of this spring book? At the thought of some man presenting her this book, I felt rather uncomfortable. 'Does she have a lover? Is that why she is so reluctant to sleep with me? Was it that man who gave her this book?' All kinds of irrational thoughts clouded my mind and I felt quite irritated by it all. It didn't matter whether we were in love or not, which husband could digest the verity that his wife, in fact had a promised lover, after kno

He momentarily froze, seeing his wife on the bed, reading an erotic book while wearing only a lace dress that showed everything underneath. It was always like this; his manhood would stiffen at the mere sight of her. She smirked and put the book away, then gestured with her finger for him to come over. He did, and she grabbed the towel from his waist. It was exactly what he had in mind; his wife became bolder every day, and their relationship continued to bloom.

I prepared this as her birthday gift. She was taken aback. Her eyes wandered around, examining everything in the room. There was a tall bookshelf with books arranged alphabetically, a table and chair placed in a corner because I knew that she would put a small table in the middle for Zain's activities. Anya's books that she rarely touched because of Zain were stacked neatly one by one. There were many empty slots for her to fill later, as I only knew she liked romance novels but was too afraid to buy them for her, fearing that I might pick the wrong ones. "Happy birthday, My Wife," I said, hugging her waist. She turned around slowly and wrapped her arms around me.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

She stayed in bed; she had a strange, uncomfortable feeling in her chest. During those last few weeks, she rarely got out of bed, it was very difficult for her, and her husband insisted that she stay calm, that he would take care of everything and that she should rest. She took advantage of the time to finish reading that pile of books she always left half-read, and that's what she was doing when she felt moisture wetting the sheets. She found a large puddle that had soaked her nightgown, and suddenly she felt a slight pressure. Without moving much, she picked up the phone and called him.