I Thought You Were A Time-limited Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hey, I'm just stating the fact! At least I'm always present and here for you more than your fake husband." I just glared at him. "Hey, don't talk like that about my husband. He can't be with me all the time because he has so many things to do. It's not like he doesn't want to be with me." "Oh, really? He can't even make time for his wife? Anyway, he's not even your real husband." "Fine. Just say whatever you want to say. I will go to a coffee shop to have some cheesecake. Want to come with me?"

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”

You are a sloppy kisser, my doll! I roll my eyes. First ‘buttercup’ now ‘doll’. Me: ‘Listen! We have to annul this marriage! I do not remember anything. This can’t be legal.’ Hubby: ‘uhmm actually it is legal. Read the contract, then we can talk. Gotta go! I have things to do. Life to live.’ Hubby: By the way, You will get the money in an hour. I do get the money in an hour. Idea of staying married doesn’t seem bad anymore.

Holding myself back around her. Ever since I found out she was my wife, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The thought had settled so deeply in my mind that every time I saw her, I had the urge to pull her into my arms. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remind myself that she had only agreed to give me two months, not herself. Perhaps asking for two months had been a mistake. Two weeks... Maybe that would have been enough. I had clearly underestimated myself. "Are you even listening to me?"

Husband wasn’t back for another week. Plenty of time to make a bigger mess.

he said. “Of course,” I replied softly. He didn’t come back to the table; the days that followed blurred together. Charles left early every morning and returned late every night, and sometimes he didn’t return at all. Yet every time someone asked about us, he said the same thing. “Tina and my son are the most important people in my life.” People admired him for it; the world thought he was a devoted husband. The irony almost made me laugh, because our son was already gone and he still hadn’t noticed the silence in the house.

He even offered me money and tried to return the pricey jewelry he gave me. I shut it all down. Yeah, I loved him once—like, for real—but it was never about the cash. I've got my own hustle. Back then, he wanted me caged up pretty, and I let him. Not anymore. Lesson learned—don't lean on guys like that. People flip fast. Last time I saw him was in Rivera, wrapping up the divorce. His eyes were all red, but he couldn't get a word out. After that, it was back to work mode. The hospital kept me slammed.

I explained, letting out a sigh. Encountering Mark today displeases me.I regret investing over a year of my time in a relationship with him that ultimately proved to be a waste. "I am your husband, so you don't have to be sorry"He proclaimed. Yeah,my husband for a year like he promised,then part ways. I observed his anxious expression as he gazed at the roller coaster. "Are you actually afraid of the ride?" I inquired teasingly. "Why would I be...this is nothing," he stuttered. We settled into the cart and anticipated the start of the ride.

I replied firmly. “You got me,” he shrugged. “I accept all your terms, wife.” I shifted uneasily, “So soon? Don’t you need to think about it?” “I thought we didn’t have time to waste. Maybe I was wrong,” he said, smiling. “No, you are right,” I replied. “We have a deal… husband.”

I asked because I was genuinely surprised. While Miles and I had our ups and downs, he knew everything there was to know about me. He knew me better than my brother did. “She knows it’s a contract marriage. I don’t intend to consummate it or continue with it for more than six months.” What? I didn’t know they had a time limit for their marriage. I thought he intended to act like her husband for life. Turns out I was wrong. “Six months?” I asked. He looked at me like he was trying to figure out whether he could trust me or not. Whatever conclusion he came to made him sigh before telling me something I never knew.