Carta A Mi Futuro Esposo 소설 & 이야기

"Before my birthday-" "Which is in about two months now?" Cora enunciates, reminding me of my own birthday like I was dumb or so. "Yes. Two months-" "This December 30th?" "Yes Cora, shut up." "How will you do that?" Lola asks. "The first guy I lay my hands on, will not be going anywhere." I was about to continue before cora cuts in again. "Meaning?" "Meaning, my next boyfriend will be my future husband." I instantly recited what I said in my head, then corrects a slight error. "Husband, not future husband." A content smile works up to my face after realising my point has been made.

I continued to read the whole note, "Dear Future Husband, I never had imagined my first love would be a human. Never expected, love, to be so beautiful and exciting until I meet you, the love of my life. I can't stop thanking you for appearing in my life as a savior, friend, supporter, inspiration, lover, and finally my soon-to-be husband. Having fear of losing you every day, I have now finally succeeded to be with you. You might not have imagined how many nights I spend my nights crying, worrying that we might not have a future but now I understand, we were destined to be together. Thank you so much for everything, Karien. As a token of love, I have prepared my first ever design for you. I

I asked again. As if my dignity were some kind of noble offering. “You said you believe in me,” Matteo continued, his voice softened. “You said we were building a future together.” “We are,” I said automatically. “Then prove it.” I almost choked on my breath. “Prove it?” I repeated. He nodded, “This investment will change everything. Once the company takes off, we'll get married immediately. We'll have the life we always talked about.” I stared at him as my thoughts flooded abruptly, from the small apartment, the struggles and even the late nights when I helped him prepare his presentations.

You're Adriano Altamira, the man, the myth, the legend) After fifteen minutes, I heard her groan. I sighed, "cosa sono queste carte?" (what are these papers?) "Sono i nostri certificati di matrimonio, piccola. E l'ho già firmato, ora manca solo la tua firma. E ho già prenotato una prenotazione per noi a Parigi per la nostra luna di miele. Partiamo domattina perché il nostro volo è domattina. Mi dispiace di aver usato la tua carta di credito per prenotare tutto questo." She said looking guilty.

Thank you". I swallowed a lump in my throat, i can finally say his name without loathing on the words. It wasn't easy at first. But now we are talking like we're friends, it isn't like we're enemies either. Perhaps just two strangers from a different world with a weird fate. As he speaks in the phone just ordering my food, because I didn't hear him mentioning a food for himself I slowly walked towards the bed and sat nervously. The room is cold but i am feeling my cheeks getting warm because of him. He's still a hunk of a man and his looks would made every woman vie for his attention. "The food should arrived in a few minutes, meantime let's talked about you". "About me? "Yes Carmela, I'm yo

I say. "About tomorrow?" He refills his wine glass. "Don't be nervous. It's just a ceremony. The real marriage has already happened—here." He touches his chest. "And here." He touches my stomach. I set down my fork. "César... after tomorrow, will you let me call my family?" His expression doesn't change, but something cold flickers in his eyes. "Why?" "To tell them I am okay. That I'm... happy." "You will write them a letter," he decides. "After the honeymoon. Handwritten. I will have it delivered."

I looked at Andrade, really looked at him. “I love you,” I said quietly. “Even though you’ve never said it back. I know you do. I want a future with you. I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. But I want to do this with you. Please. Say yes.” He laughed, harsh and bitter. “You need to wake up from whatever dream you think you’re in. What’s the plan, huh? Get married, ride off into the sunset together, live happily ever after? You really think that exists?”

She had no idea what was coming, but something told her that tonight was more than just another moment—they were about to step into the future in a way they never had before. Adrian opened the box, revealing the engagement ring that glittered beneath the stars. It was elegant, understated, and perfect for her. He held it up, his voice thick with emotion. "This ring isn’t just a symbol of our past, Elena. It’s a promise for our future. A future where we are together, through everything—no more doubts, no more fears. Just us."

This is my true mate. I look at him again. My heart beats wildly. I think he feels it too. His eyes are bright. Full of life. Full of desire. It's as if I can read his mind. He feels what I feel. He knows it is true. Real. That we are meant to be. I place my hand to my mouth and gasp. He smiles. It's beautiful. A little shy. Slightly perplexed. But completely right, and extremely comforting. It helps me forget the nightmare that is my future husband.

Words I wouldn't have said out loud if I would have known that they would come back to haunt me in such a way. “You are right. I did say that. Then he told me to imagine myself later on down the line. See what I have around me that makes me the happiest. So I did. I pictured me married to some handsome man with a baby in my arms and a toddler at my feet. I was happy. I liked being a mother. But even as I pictured it, I knew something about the picture was wrong. That something important was missing. Then I imagine myself with you, a few years from now. We were married, sitting beside Alec and Morana, laughing about something that one of said or did. That scene felt so.. right. It was what br