I Thought You Were A Time-limited Husband Novels & Stories

Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!” For some reason, seeing the word “husband”, Frederick Hall’s ears warmed up a bit. He cleared his throat. “Let’s go back to the party. I will deal with my family's side.” Erwin Wilson didn’t even want to get up. He thought for a moment and typed: “I don’t want to stay at Wilson’s for too long!” Simply because there was Hein Wilson. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable just seeing Hein Wilson’s face. He also didn’t want to spend his energy dealing with a “fake fool” like him. He’s tired.

I don't know what he have done but now my husband was beginning to have suspicions about the fact that the son was so Buddy buddy with his brother. Now the timeline that we have expected to follow in order to get what we wanted has been drastically reduced I would have to make do with what we had now Initially, I have been frustrated about this but thinking about it more now I decided that it was more of an advantage than not. After all, I was sick and tired of being that man's trophy wife and it was finally time for me to claim what was always rightfully supposed to be mine.

It's a different conversation that I really expected. "Eat? Do you think I can eat well? I've been putting up with our relationship for two years, Zedrick! I thought I would be happy with you... but it's not! Are you getting tired of me? Am I ugly? Aren't I as delicious as the other girls you keep in bed?!” I was holding back tears because of the tension I was feeling. I can't stand it anymore because I don't know what to do for me if my husband is crazy and not with another woman.

"No! You can't get out of here! I am your husband and forbid you to leave my house." I turned to look at the man I called my husband. “Okay, you are my husband. But do you see me as your wife? I'm pregnant. I live in your house. And you suddenly cursed me for being lazy because you heard that I never do anything in this house. It's enough! This house has CCTV, right? I will leave here whatever the reason." I came out of my room even though I was still wearing pajamas. I can't be here anymore either. Either forever or just temporarily.

The first time I had called him Hale was seven years ago, and in the times we have spent together, the times I had called him that could be counted with one finger. “Isn’t that your name?” I shrugged, feigning ignorance. “You said it yourself that it is only a name. Besides, I think I like the name Hale.” My husband looked at me with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t be like this, Red; can we just forget about all this? I want to have a proper rest after today.” “Oh husband,” my lips widened like a Cheshire Cat. “I am only just starting.”

Your husband does everything but love you," he said and I nodded in agreement. “Of course. I'm very aware what kind of husband wishes for the wife not to remember anything. Why would he wish such downpour on me? It is terrible, honestly. And I feel really terrible watching him act like he loved me. How long am I going to have to keep this up?” I asked, feeling fed up already. I worried about my future. “For as long as possible,” he said, trying to convince me to keep going but I didn’t know how long I would last.

“And listen, Vaughn is my husband and I will give him all the support that he needs. Financially included even if it means going against you. So, stop calling me to tell me shit.” “I think that you are forgetting that it's just a marriage of convenience lasting for three months.” “And I can keep it going if I want to. Instead of calling me to utter rubbish, I suggest you go and bury your head in shame. Stay away from the public for three kings or more. See you at your wife’s funeral.”

“This is probably the last time I am going to see you not under your wife’s thumb. Let me relish the moment.” I scoffed and pushed him aside. Drama king until the end. I looked at my mirror and fixed my suit one more time. I knew this marriage wouldn’t last long. Then why the hell did it feel like the idiot had a point? ||||||

I remembered the time we met and how I told him I was a stripper, and he said he didn’t care. That he loved me. “A man will do anything to get into your pants; I can’t believe you fell for it. I thought you were smarter than that…you’re a lawyer for damn sake.” He laughed. “Three years?” I didn’t want to accept this was happening. "Yes, it can even go on for twenty years. Listen, Jess, I’m not saying it’s the end of our relationship.” “Then what are you saying?” I sounded desperate. “My time will be limited, that's all; otherwise, I’ll see you at times.”

“We’ve been living together like husband and wife for six months now. Six months! And you still haven’t said a word about marriage. Every time I ask, you hide behind excuses. So I figured you weren’t man enough to take the first step. I took it for you.” Andy ran a hand through his hair, his chest tightening. “Penny, I’m not ready. Not now. I just lost the custody battle. My company’s falling apart, and you’re talking about a wedding?” His voice cracked slightly. “Please, I don’t have time for this.” Penelope let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t have time for this? I thought you said you loved me?” “I do!” Andy barked, standing abruptly. “Then prove it.”