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

“I should be able to endure for the two years stated in the contract.” Now that… that stung more than I expected it to. Goddamn it. At that moment I regretted that clause in our marriage contract—the one that set a hard limit on the time we were to spend together until we got divorced two years later. Back then, it had felt like a smart move, a way to keep control. Now, it only reminded me of how limited my time with her was. Despite being so powerful, I didn’t have control over time. No, I didn't at all.

"If you don't believe me, I can have the original agreement sent to you. Nowhere in it does it state how long our 'contract marriage' was supposed to last." I slumped back against Aiden's chest, completely shocked by his words. Had I heard him right? No time limit on our marriage agreement?

she smiled nonchalantly and turned to leave. Ethan felt frustration prick the back of his head. He stopped her. “They want my wife not…” “Your mistress?” Autumn completed before he could finish with an innocent smile. “You know that’s not what I meant” Autumn shrugged. “How would I know? Our five-year marriage was nothing but a farce. We don’t even sleep in the same room” Ethan turned rigid. He was getting impatient with her attitude. Why did she have to be so difficult? “Not here” he warned with a low voice.

A flicker of puzzlement passed over his features. “What similarity? ” “Between our situation and theirs.” He raised his brow at her. A muscle tightened in the lower quadrant of his jaw. “No, quite frankly, I don’t. It’s a completely different situation. I’ve told you our marriage has a time limit. I promised to remain faithful during that time, and, unlike your father, I am a man of my word. You have no reason to feel insecure with me. I might have a more colourful past than you, but I'm a changed man.”

And this time, I meant every single word. In these two and a half years, I’ve made it my mission to keep those promises. I’ve learned that marriage isn’t just about love; it’s about effort, patience, and understanding. It’s about showing up every single day, not just in grand gestures, but in the small, quiet ways that matter most.

"You're sure about that?, But going for shopping doesn't skip your mind, my dear wife.. no it doesn't... You don't know how much I burn for you until now. It's been so long, that I have forgotten how you taste, I really don't care how long it's been between both of us, my little man has been so hungry for you, even until now, you found see for yourself, it's not like it's a new thing for you. When won't you be so busy to take your only husband for a ride.. Or is there any other husband, let's know how to tackle it?", He questioned. "What!!!!, No my King, there's no other person, it's just work, but I promise you before the end of this week, I would have sort things out and we could spend tim

I sat next to him without saying a word. “May I just remind you that I’m in charge of our relationship.” “We don’t have a relationship.” I snapped back. He smirked, “Yes, but as of now, I am your husband and you are my wife.” I sighed in a troubled expression because I just realized that it takes three hundred sixty-five days to stay with him. Maybe sleeping all day could help to fast forward the days and nights. Okay, that does make sense. Instead of talking to him, I'm going to sleep now so when I wake up, it's already day two!

“You have been for a long time.” He took another step, slower this time, careful. “Velma, I have been looking for you for five years.” “That does not give you permission,” I snapped. “To touch me. To force yourself into my body as if I belong to you.” His eyes flickered. Guilt, maybe, or pride wounded. It was hard to tell with him. “I am still your husband,” he said. The words hit me like cold water. “No,” I said immediately. “You stopped being that the moment I signed those papers, and you let them throw me out like trash.”