Romans & histoires I Thought You Were A Time-limited Husband

I snapped at him. My gaze fell upon the clock; time was past 11 PM. “Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed in my mind, “This man is going to implicate me some day. What is his intention of visiting me at this ungodly hour?” He said, “Your husband is supposed to be with you now, but for ill fate. A few weeks ago he almost passed on. All this simply tells you that your stay in this marriage is numbered. If I were you, I would plot my way to the top of power in the Fanny Group and stop behaving like a kid.”

“I’m busy you know.” Now that I thought of it, I wondered where Sofia was. The last time I checked, which was about five months after our divorce, I had seen articles on their sudden breakup. “I know I was the worst husband to you and am truly sorry for everything I did,” He began. “You should have never married a cheating scumbag like me, I know that. But please, let me make a full ato-” “Your time is up,” I said, glancing at my wristwatch. “This should be the last time that you'd ever say anything regarding our past relationship. You need to move on and focus on nothing other than our joint venture, alright?”

I said to him. He just shook his head. "I don't see why I need to pay attention to you. You are a crazy person and I don't have the time to deal with this. I can see the reason why your husband is leaving you for someone else. If I had to live with someone like you, I would cheat on you too!" He told me..

But I was done listening. "You know, in a way, it’s my fault too," I began, my voice trembling as the weight of my words settled between us. "I knew from the beginning. Our marriage wasn’t real to begin with. I was the one who forced you to remove the one-year time limit from our contract. Back then, I thought… I thought I could convince you to keep me by your side. I admit it—I was desperate. I was a poor, lonely girl, and I used you for my ambitions. I’ll own that. I was selfish, just like you."

He looked disheveled, like he couldn’t sleep, just like me. I felt pity for him for a split second; he didn’t deserve this. None of us did, if we are being honest. The Hunter i knew hated being tied down, and he never had a girlfriend for longer than six months. How was he even going to thrive in our supposed marriage? I put a lid on my trailing thoughts; it wasn’t the time to start being all over Hunter again and forgetting to care for myself.

Time says six-thirty, I can come back home at eight o'clock. But if even I run a mile, I could not think of anything else. It does not leave my mind. The time is now 8:15, I promised to be back at eight but my brain could not focus that I had even lost track of time. My parents are probably both awake now and looking for me, but I would rather have breakfast alone than with them right now. Especially my father.. he has never done something so extreme like this before. And I did not ever imagine that he would choose my husband for me. My daddy was sweet and thoughtful... I don't know where that version of him has gone.

It really warms my blood to climax. The wind blew me away as if I was out of breath at my relentless rebuke of him. The speed of my breathing now that I am exhausted. "I don't care if it's your secret family!" I explained to him. He just looks at me stupidly without saying a word. “Only mine? Fulfill the agreement we made one night that our marriage will only last a year. After one year? You may introduce your secret family to everyone. It's up to you what you do. In one year. Here you go home to your condo. It's up to you! They already suspect, especially daddy. Why I'm not always with you.” He averted his gaze, not liking my mention of my daddy.

"Very well, Evelyn. Once we get Alexander's signature, we just have to wait for the court's mandatory waiting period to pass before the decree is final." I hung up, staring at the soapy sponge in my hand. It was ridiculous to end my two-decade-long marriage during my counter cleaning. Meanwhile, on the massive 85-inch flat-screen in the living room, a prime-time business channel was airing an interview with the "Entrepreneur of the Year."

“What is wrong with you?” He turned on me. “Why did you entertain that?” I laughed in disbelief. “Entertain? I said no.” “You stayed.” “For thirty seconds.” “That was thirty seconds too long.” I stepped toward him. “You do realize I am a person, not territory.” His jaw tightened. “Wrong.” I stared. “Excuse me?” “You are my wife.” “That is not ownership.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for one hot second before returning to my eyes. “Say that again.”

Not this time. So, instead of answering directly, I took a deep breath and said, "I don't have time for this." "Excuse me?" “My husband,” I retorted, my voice slightly broken. “He beats me almost all the time. I just got out of the hospital. And to top it all off, my best friend is sleeping with him. So, if you’re one of those cocky lawyers who thinks they own the place, don’t waste my time.” A silence fell. Then his tone softened, losing all its malice.