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

The word love made my throat tighten. “Do I really love Aiden?” I said silently to myself. He moved a little closer, lowering his voice. “I’ll give you something small. Enough to start asking the right questions. Six months.” I blinked. “What?” “Remember that number. Six months.” “What does that mean?” “Ask him.” “Ask who?” I asked feeling irritated. “Your husband of course.” “No. You’re going to tell me..” He cut me off sharply. “Do you know who benefits if you stay married exactly a year?”

He teased. I forced myself to believe he was talking about food. “I didn’t make it any easier and besides, it’s only the first day.” “Exactly.” I shoveled food into my mouth to stop myself from saying I wouldn’t prefer a husband who treated me well for the first few weeks of our marriage and turned into a monster as the days went by. That was not his business. By the time I swallowed my food, I had formulated a better answer. “The aim is to make it through one month and a half without getting busted.”

I said, tossing the words over my shoulder without looking back. Charles froze. “What did you say?” “I said, I want a divorce.” I turned around and looked at him. “Charles, I’ve had enough of you and your ‘good friend.’ Since your bond is so deep and loyal, I’ll leave and let you two be a pair of ill-fated lovers.” “You are crazy!” Charles rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “You want a divorce over this? Michelle is in such a bad state; can’t you show some compassion?”

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

Nothing much. Just simple lines. ' Bryce Hurt? It's been over two months already. Rethinking our marriage? I will give you forty-five minutes. This is your last chance. Fail to come and I will file for a divorce tomorrow itself. I will find myself a humble man and tie the knot with him. I will have your unborn baby calling him Dad. Your choice. ' Then below the paragraph was a pinned location and guess who came before the time? Yes. My ever-sweet husband.

I pulled my hand away. He made a somewhat hurt face and said, “baby – you remember me, right?” I shook my head slowly. His face scrunched and he looked away. Then he looked back and said, “I’m your husband.” “I’m not old enough to get married.” “You are” From across the room, Teresa asked, “how long will it last?” “It’s hard to say. The confusion can last a few hours or… longer. Sometimes the memories never come back but that is very rare.” The doctor said.

A playful smile spread across Hana's face. “Yup.” Cherry puckered her red lips before revealing a smile. “He’s still legally my husband although just temporarily. There’s still eleven more months to go before the contract expires.” She suddenly felt like time passed by unbelievably slow. It had only been less than a month since she married Larry although it felt like a lifetime. “Ha, you still have to suffer for quite a while.” Helen failed to suppress her laughter on the other end of the phone. Over in the other room, Larry’s face darkened gradually. Temporary husband?

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

Everyone needed to believe that I wanted this marriage to work, so I was going to play the role of the doting husband until I made her fall for me. This marriage was going to be nothing but a means to an end. I was going to bring the Hazelwoods to their knees because of what they had done to my father twenty years ago. However, I needed Kendra Hazelwood to believe that I wanted this marriage to work. She needed to think that this was all real, even if I agreed on the expiration date idea. I already had this plan in my head, so when she suggested it, I made them all think that I was honoring her wish, but in reality, three years was the maximum amount of time I was giving this marriage to get

Now, I can put my heart in ease. "Ten," I whispered. "I only have less than ten months to call you my husband. I only have ten months of being your wife. Less than a year of using your surname." I smiled. "At least, I have the chance to be your wife even if it's just temporary."