Novel & Cerita Letters To My Future Husband

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

No we can't but we most certainly can shape the future I slide off the bench and get down on one knee, taking her hand into mine, I get the box from my pocket. I had this made years ago and kept it locked away hoping I'd one day have the courage and chance to say these words to you and give it to you, Storm Burgesse, you are the love of my life and the reason I live, I would love nothing more than to have you by my side for the rest of my life and we share our future, the good and the bad but I will do my best to make sure it's always good, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

"I'm in someone else's marriage and I need to find my husband. The person I am with isn't mine. I'm so sure of it. By the way, I need it urgently…If you can…yuuno, start something." "Oh, right. I'll skip the personal talks. What do you want me to put in your letter? Like, how do you want me to type these things in it? I have a sample though, I just need to know if I should type the person's name or just put a blank space so you can write it yourself. Which?"

"What do you want to do with the letter?" I thought about it. Then I took the letter from Alex, walked to the fireplace, and set it on fire. We watched it burn until it was nothing but ash. "There," I said. "Done. She is gone. Completely." Alex pulled me close and we stood watching the ashes drift. The past burning away. The future bright ahead. In two months, I would marry this man. In four months, I would have my London exhibition. My life was full of possibility and promise.

I laughed at his teasing tone "Your energy is so bright and full of light that I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be near you. As we face our lives together, know that you are my present and my future. I will do my best to be the husband you need and the father our future children will be. May you never get old of this boring old man and I'm excited for our days to come." Holding the microphone in hand, I opened my letter and teasingly grinned at him. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep you on your toes." I mischievously grinned at him to which he chuckled "Kidding aside. Iñigo Petrakis, I've known you since I was 15 and I'll never forget the support you have given me in the darkest day

The last page is a letter from Jaxon to me. Opening the letter, I take a deep breath and read it. Maleah, Though we are temporarily separated, I want you to know that you’re in my every thought. I can’t wait for the day that we start our lives together as man and wife. I’m hoping that this is one of many albums that will adorn our home as we progress through our long, happy life. That we fill every page with pictures of our happiness so that our children may see that they came from love.

I really miss him. The letters helped me a lot to channel my emotions right. Our relationship is slowly but steadily developing. I think I am starting to fall in love with him because the letter I wrote today was not signed as 'your wife Manvi', but as 'yours only Mumu'. I still feel shy about it. I wrote that because he also changed his sign as 'yours only'. I am waiting for the day when we meet again. I blush as I think about it. Somewhere in Dakshina…..

Then I saw the note that he left for me on the kitchen counter, next to the coffee pot. For my beautiful future wife. I love you, baby. Always. Yours - Nate Then my hands started to sweat. Wife? I'm freaking nineteen years old, I haven't even gone to college yet. I haven't had my first job yet. What the hell, was I even thinking about? I was a suicidal teenager couple of months back. I left his place and took a bus to the coastal side. I called Alice earlier asking where she was. "Marissa darling, you don't sound so good. I'm at Novelty with Archie. Are you coming here?..."

What was he… “I want to live in a purple house with you. We can have a greenhouse out back and three children. Their names will be—” He broke off, laughter shaking in his chest. “You actually wrote names down here.” Wait a second…is that? But he wasn’t done. His tone softened, like he was treading somewhere delicate. “Signed, your future wife.” Silence stretched. My heart thudded, heavy and uneven. He’s kept that letter in his head all these years.

I continued to read the whole note, "Dear Future Husband, I never had imagined my first love would be a human. Never expected, love, to be so beautiful and exciting until I meet you, the love of my life. I can't stop thanking you for appearing in my life as a savior, friend, supporter, inspiration, lover, and finally my soon-to-be husband. Having fear of losing you every day, I have now finally succeeded to be with you. You might not have imagined how many nights I spend my nights crying, worrying that we might not have a future but now I understand, we were destined to be together. Thank you so much for everything, Karien. As a token of love, I have prepared my first ever design for you. I