I Thought You Were A Time-limited Husband Novelas e Histórias

Who was I kidding? I guess I just wanted to feel good about the fact that my husband was really my husband and not some stranger with whom I shared the same house, same room and even the same bed, without touching each other since we got married. “I don't know what crazy thoughts you're beginning to have in that head of yours, but a quick piece of advice from me is for you to get those impossible thoughts out of your head. It won't happen!” He spat. “The earlier you get them out of your head, the better for you!”

My mind raced to come up with a convincing explanation for my actions, but yesterday’s events remained shrouded in fog. The time limit of one minute he had set for me was evaporating. I looked up at him, but he was expressionless - not a flicker of emotion across his face. “What? You can’t find any reason because in the first place, it’s your plan. You want me to touch you!” My eyes burned in response to his words, and he returned my heated gaze. Not wanting to succumb to his haughty demeanor, I firmly said, “And what’s the problem with that? Aren’t you my husband, Mister Scoville?”

It's just funny how his family are happy and together while our relationship or more precisely, marriage is just a contract. We made a promise. Thankfully not in God's house but with His name; to love and to hold each other for as long as we both shall live but deep in our hearts, we know this marriage will only last for a year and time won't stop to look back and give us more chance to be together because one day, it'll come to an end. ''I think I'm tired,'' I mutter under my breath but loud enough for Aidan to hear as he turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow.

I wondered how it would have felt to be in a normal marriage with this man. “Think about it now. Where you want to go. Your husband is very rich, he’ll get you another house and your father is going to be fine.” Alexandro assured me. Or tried to assure me, instead his words were a wake-up call. “For how long? How long will you be my husband? Three years in maximum.” I replied, removing my hands from his. I needed to get a grip on myself.

"But we are close, I am the closest person to you right now," He said and I wanted to at least land a slap in his cheeks to wake him up from his delusional world. "We are not close, you must be kidding yourself, boys, I don't even wanna talk to you, how do you think you are the closest person to me," I replied, I just wanted him gone. "I am your husband!" He said a little loud, I resisted the urge to laugh in his face, the dude was so funny like he suddenly remembered he was my husband?

"Aurora, don't push me away. Let me accompany you tonight—" Mister Red Lead stopped in his tracks, but he was excited to wait for her answer. It had been seven years! For seven years, the cultivation community was envious of him as he was married to the prettiest goddess! However, who would have thought that he could only look at his fairy-like wife every day but could not touch her. He had never even held her hand. Who would have known his pain?

"I didn't sign up to be a nurse. I've waited. I've tried to be patient. But I'm done watching my life disappear around your hospital appointments." I stared at him. Two years. Two years of fighting to stay alive, of pushing through days when getting out of bed felt like climbing a mountain, of trying not to be a burden, of apologizing for being sick like it was something I had chosen. Two years of loving a man who had apparently been keeping a countdown. "And her?" I looked at Vivian on the couch. Vivian didn't even look up. "That's not your concern," Justin said. Not my concern. The woman sitting in my home. My boss. My husband's—

he added, his gaze flickering briefly to my stomach before coming back up. That… made something shift slightly inside me. I didn’t like that. I exhaled slowly, looking away for a second before bringing my attention back to my food, taking another bite just to ground myself. “This,” I said, gesturing vaguely, “is temporary.” “Is it?” he asked. He knows this is temporary so I don’t get while he’s still asking. “You have two months left before you die so that says a lot about how temporary our marriage is,” I said

He was kind enough to give me a monthly allowance. “Why is there no time limit on marriage?” I asked. “I'm not marrying you for a short while,” he replied. I turned to him. “What do you mean? Don't tell me you want to lock me up forever.” “I'm marrying you, not locking you up. You can do whatever you want as long as you don't break the contract.” He glanced at the document in my hand. “You didn't answer my question,” I demanded. “I did,” he said.

"H–Huh?" "I give you one week to have fun. You can do whatever you want with him—sex, outings, name it all. But once that week is over, you forget about him. Like he never existed," he said. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head. "It’s not what you think," Amara whispered. "I don’t care. Just one week, and then the fun is over. And don’t go playing games with me—you don’t want your lovely husband to have blood on his hands, do you?" he said.