Novel & Cerita Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money Chapter 62

Another signature. My pulse thundered painfully in my ears. Part of me wanted to stop him. To snatch the papers away and scream at him to please just notice me instead. But another part… Another part was angry. Because I shouldn’t have to beg my husband to pay attention long enough to save our marriage. Ethan signed another page. Then another without even looking up once. My chest physically hurt now. “Anything important tomorrow?” he asked distractedly. I stared at him. At this man I loved so much I honestly thought he’d ruin me forever.

And somewhere between the ache in my body and the silence in the room, a thought settled quietly inside me. I had stopped expecting care from my family a long time ago. I just hadn’t realized how stupidly, secretly, I had expected some from my husband. That was my mistake. Not the fever. Not the phone call. Not even the hope. The mistake was forgetting that being married to someone did not mean you belonged anywhere in their life. And as sleep finally dragged me under, I made myself one promise. I would not call him again.

Our marriage could be said to be that of convenience; I desperately needed something, and he could offer it. I heard the beep sound, and at once I turned to look at my phone on the table, as the notification popped up. Mum: Please, Leslie, don’t forget to send the money. Great! That was the perfect message that I needed to remind myself that I couldn't leave my marriage to Max; there was a lot at stake, and even if I wanted to, I was certain that he wasn’t going to be willing to let me go easily, not after all the money he had given to my family, especially after my brother's accident.

When the executives saw my bloody face and the rage in my eyes, they began muttering amongst themselves. “Wait a minute. What if Sienna’s actually the real wife? So, Amy’s the mistress? Wow, that’s messed up.” “Yeah, look at her. She doesn’t exactly seem crazy.” The whispers grew louder as Edwin’s face went pale. I did not want to drag this out anymore. “Get me to a hospital. If I survive this, I’ll pretend today never happened. We can settle—”

"you know I bet you should stop talking because all I want at this moment is to shop and get a whole lot of things and then spend your money " "You always boast of having a whole lot of money then I would really want to see that money come to an end ,my mysterious rich husband . Fred didn't say a word to me but all he did was smile at me and then walk away . I didn't know what to do but I know that I must follow him at this point . "What don't you wait for me ?" I called out to him and rushed to meet him as he tried his best to walk ahead of me.I knew that he was trying hard not to talk to me but then at this point I don't think that I care anymore .

"For one night. If you can make me forget my husband and my sister exist until morning the money is yours before we leave this bar." He looked at me with an expression I couldn't fully read. Then he lifted his glass and took a slow sip and set it back down. "Five thousand?" he repeated, smirking slightly. "Is that too low?" I asked. "I can go higher. I just need to know what forgetting costs these days." "It's not about the amount." "Then what is it about?" His eyes stayed on mine. "It's about why a woman who just caught her husband cheating walks into a club and propositions a stranger instead of going home and crying."

Trevor Fox looked at Charlotte angrily and said with a serious voice, "The first few months of your mother's marriage with my friend, I was all right, but since then it has been slowly changing. I told your father to ask for money from your mother but he said he will slowly ask for it from her. Months were passing but your father never asked for money and I advised him to ask for it from her. At one point I noticed your father was trying to ignore me. Noticing that my anger began to start. I went and told him what happened to him suddenly. Why was he leaving me lately and wasn't responding to me. It's been six months since the marriage, so why didn't he still ask for money from his wife. I

I don't know what's irking you but I want you to relax but I can't burn in your fire Attachments only give pain Why I have to say husband its too close I jerked the thought away and moved to do my chores . ******************* Next day I had come back from my shift when bell rang Who's there at this time? I thought I moved towards door seeing the person opposite to me cause a kaleidoscope of memories to play in my mind Please don't!!!!!! I'm finally normal don't pull my strings

His cock is hard again. “I’ll be there,” he whispers. “I know you will.” I stand up, walk past him, trail my fingers across the tent in his pants. “Because this is who we are now. You’re the husband who sold his wife to pay his debts. And I’m the wife who discovered she likes being sold.” I leave him standing in the kitchen. My phone buzzes. A new text from Marcus. Can I see you before Saturday? Just the two of us? I text back a single word.

that I realized she was in a gold store, shopping. “Samantha?” She called when her attention shifted back to me after some minutes. “Mother, I am sick of all….” A crashing sound against the door paused my voice mid-sentence. I quickly ended the phone call and dashed to the door. “My Neighbor, are….are…..you there?” My husband's voice sounded in bits. What could have gone wrong? My head throbbed with anxiety as I pushed the door open. Slouched on the floor was my husband, wiggling his hand and gulping whiskey. “My Neighbor, you…you…saw it? I lost plenty of money. Lots of money…”