My Dear Husband 소설 & 이야기

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

"We must talk." Alex, fascinated by the sudden deflection, met her gaze. "Of course, my dear beautiful wife, we can always discuss anything. In spite of it, I must remind you that I have rather important meeting today." He told her in reply in the most calm voice he could muster. "I don't want to be late to work today, I'm sure you understand what I mean."

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

My husband,. ***

There's no way in this world she will ever let her leave this city. "You are leaving?" "Yes, tomorrow. Anything else? I must return to my dear husband." Hearing her call another man 'dear husband' made him feel like a sharp pin was punctured into his heart. "You will never see him again!" "Who?" "This dear husband of yours!"

"May I remind you that this is my fucking house and I can -" Dee cuts me off, tears rolling down her eyes. "My husband is dead." 😥😥😥😥😥😥

It was Jim my husband on the line. The moment I heard his voice, my moods were restored at once again. I smiled as I said, “Hello my dear,” “Hellow my sweetheart. I hope that the day has been excellent for you?” ‘My dear, my day was very wonderful. The board meeting went well and I am really happy about it even though I suffered from exhaustion.” I said while laughing. “My better half, I am so sorry to learn that you have really enjoyed your time at the board. I wish I were near you. I would have kissed your cheeks and also to get a taste of your breath.”

As I head back to my hotel room, I get a message from my dear husband, “Who the fuck is he???”

I looked down at the table, with my fingers tracing the edge of my glass. “I’m sorry, For how my husband acted yesterday" I said. "He embarrassed you, seriously he didn't mean to. He was just being a man that loves his wife ... and I know you didn’t deserve that.” with my statement, Leo tilted his head. “He was just being a man that loves his wife?” he asked with a sarcastic smile. I paused. Why did that word sound wrong in my mouth now? why did I even call Damian my husband? “Yeah,” I said quietly. “he really loves me.”