I Thought You Were A Time-limited Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Zayne dropped and we walked into the car, letting the cameras capture our backs as we walked. In the car, Zayne's muscles bulged but he remained expressionless. I glanced back at the man I had spent six years loving. Six years of foolishness. “ Dear husband. You should have made sure I stayed dead”

She feared that he heard the voice of the twins. "Who is that?" "None of your business!" "It's my business, you are my wife. You are married to me!" "Whoah! ... Have you just realized that after more than eight years. While you go cheating on our marriage showing it Infront of my face. But you expect fidelity on my part, Mister Tristan Hewitt! Shame on you and your lying mistress!" Nicole exploded. "Don't yell on me, let me remind you are in my office..." "Then what? Are you going to throw me out just like you did seven years ago? Let me remind you that you summoned me here, and I don't owe you anything aside from my freedom from this hell of a marriage."

“Do you enjoy embarrassing this family? You were never right for my son. I warned him, but he refused to listen. Honestly, this marriage should have ended long ago.” For four years, I had endured her words, her judgment and her rejection. But today, they meant nothing. “You’re right,” I said quietly. “It should have. That's why it's ending now.” And then I hung up. I was zipping up my suitcase when the bedroom door slammed open. Adrian. He stood there, slightly disheveled, anger written all over his face. His eyes swept over the room, the open wardrobe, the packed bags and his expression darkened. “What is this?” he demanded.

“What exactly was that?” I frowned tiredly. “What do you mean?” “You standing around with another man in the middle of the night.” A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. “Are you serious right now?” His expression remained cold. “You're still my wife, Jane.” “And you're still my husband,” I snapped back quietly. “Yet you keep bringing another woman around like she belongs in our marriage.” Nessa immediately looked uncomfortable. “Mr. Murphy,” she whispered softly, “maybe I should leave—”

he said slowly, “you can have fun with him. But remember — I’m still your husband. So you can’t have anything more than ‘fun.’ Or you know what will happen to your mother.” I turned to him fast. The threat landed like a slap. “How could I marry a monster like you?” I whispered. “I guess I was truly blind and stupid.” He chuckled — low, amused. “Enjoy the time you have before it’s all over,” he said. “And if you miss me, call me. I’ll be there. Because nine months is a long time to be away from your beloved husband, right?” He leaned in. Kissed me on the lips — quick, possessive, like he was marking territory.

I sighed, “I don't have the time to have fun.” Though it wasn't exactly my reason for not coming over, it's part of it. My school and husband kept me busy. “I can see that. You were busy with your real world, and that caused you to forget the fake one.” He said in a mocking tone. It's just surprising he doesn't sound sad. “It wasn't on purpose,” I took another sip of my water, “trust me, it wasn't intentional.” Back then, when I had the thoughts of dating Day, I never knew my husband will change his ways.

Taking advantage of the doubt reflecting on the faces of the people in attendance, I swayed on my feet, sinking to the floor. “This is sad,” I murmured, my voice loud enough for others to hear it. “It’s so sad that my husband is getting married to someone else in such a short time I was absent from his life. I was made to believe that we had been very much in love. How could you move on so quickly from someone you were in love with?”

But my efforts still fell short because his heart remained closed, and he had no intention of opening it to let me in. Now that Maureen has returned, I fear I might lose my place in his life. This is what my husband used to repeatedly tell me: he would leave me after a year, and his parents couldn't do anything to change his mind. He told me that enduring a year with me was enough. "Come inside," my mother-in-law invited me. "I think it would be best to make the most of him not remembering anything. Take care of him as you've been doing. This way, he might eventually fall in love with you."

It won't be that painful the next time," he said like a promise but I turned to him, looking scandalized. Just the thought that there will be a next time sends shivers down my spine. "What next time?" I hissed. He narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that what happened between us is a one-time thing?" he sneered. I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on eating. "Andrea." His voice was laced with authority. I dropped my utensils on the plate and faced him."You're my wife now. remember?" "Don't think it has to happen again-" I sighed. "Just for six months. Until you find your mate, His gaze darkened. He stared at me for a little while before signing hard, "Fine," he said and I was actually surpris

How could I say no to him, when this was all he was asking of me? "Look at it this way." He was still speaking, but his eyes had dropped to fasten on our still-joined hands. "It's a limited time marriage. I promise you, Quinn, I'm not going to be around to celebrate our golden anniversary. Most likely I won't make it to our first one." He leaned in, looking at me again. "But I promise that for as long as I do have, everything in my life will be focused on making you as happy as I can. You'll have my heart and soul for as long as it's mine to give." I bit my lip and tried to catch my breath. I knew I had to give him an answer, but my voice wouldn't work.