Husband Of Mine Lana Del Rey Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I doubted if he’d change overnight and I’d lose him. “I’m afraid she might win,” I said with a resigned fight. “Win what?” His voice was firm now, almost scolding. He spoke close enough that the faint syllables reached me. “Lyra, there’s nothing to win. You’re my Luna. My wife. The only woman who owns my heart. Do you hear me?” I pressed my lips together. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to drown in his certainty the way I always had. But somewhere deep down, a whisper echoed in my head: What if she takes everything? What if even Kendrick isn’t immune to her?

He is the only thing that is anchoring him to me. I don’t care if he doesn’t love me; I just want to be his wife and Luna, to hold onto that title. But now, I was terrified he might reconsider. “Then what am I to you?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Just someone to fill a role?” “No!” Killian stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. “You’re my wife, my Luna. I promised to be the best husband I could be, especially after Ryker was born.” “But what if you don’t want to be married to me anymore?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I let out my worst fear.

She bit her lower lip, "Let me go now. He is looking at us." "Let him look then." He smirked, "He should have known that you are mine and mine only…" "Yes…" she mumbled. "Tell me baby, whom do you belong to?" He whispered. "Y-you…" she gasped. "My baby…" he kissed her, "I love you so much.." He said between kisses. "Do you know how much he was missing you…" "I…I missed you..too." She gasped. "Mhmm…" Lucas smirked as he glared at the man who was standing there like a statue.

But this one cut deeper. That useless husband of mine had promised he would be home for my birthday. And yet, there he was, not just late, not just absent but publicly parading another woman. Not just any woman. Her. Danielle. His ex-fiancée. The woman he was never supposed to still have. The woman I had spent four years silently competing with. My gaze drifted slowly toward the dining table. Candles burned low, their wax melting into uneven pools. The food I had spent hours preparing had gone cold. The cake sat untouched, its icing beginning to sag at the edges.

It must be a good decision to carry on. "Fill and sign that paper," he uttered without any vibration in his voice. He may not be afraid to lose me. Quiet pity for this poor, sick woman. "All right. I sign this because I love you. Honey, even though we're departing through this paper, I'll always love you no matter what. I'm sorry, honey, for the burden I gave to you all these years." My tears were falling. I should have to remain calm, but my heart never stopped telling my true emotions. I really loved my husband more than my life. I really do care for him.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

“And you’re my husband. I love you, Callahan Hastings.” He leans in and presses one more kiss to my lips as our loved ones cheer in front of us. “I love you too, Lucy Hastings.”

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---