Romans & histoires My Dear Husband

His children arrived a bit late but it didn't stop us from having lunch together as one big family, he hadn't introduced any of them to me but I couldn't take my eyes off his son, he is far more handsome than his father. After eating a plate filled with barbecue ribs for lunch, Mr Decker led us to the garden and we all sat down on different chairs but my husband sat with me and placed his hand around my neck with so much love in his eyes, I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder to play the part. "It's with delight that I announce my new wife to you all, I know we have been through a lot over the past years but I feel getting married again is the best thing for me," my husband said c

Hanging up I turn around my sweet wonderful husband before kissing him. "I'm so happy my little Freya, my wonderful wife. This is a dream come true. I love you so much." "I love you more my sweet husband. I'm so happy baby."

Dearest husband: Is it not strange that it has been nearly a year since we were wed, and yet I still cannot seem to tire of using that word? I miss you terribly so, my husband. I know that our separation is necessary because of our situation, but I cannot stop the heavy sighs in my heart or the "lovelorn" look in my eyes, as the chambermaids tease me. I would write you many pages if I could put my feelings into words, but that has always been my brother's talent, not mine. All I can say with my simple words is that I miss you and my heart longs for you every day.

our eldest said, eating heartily. “Alright, go on and eat, my dear. Here's some water, too.” I glanced at my husband, who was looking at his iPad. He's been busy with work lately. Their business was even more expanding. “Darling, are you busy?” I asked my husband. “Just a moment, dear. Sorry, I'm a bit stressed,” he said. He looked pitiful, and he seemed tired. “Come on, honey. Don't mind that. Take a break as well,” I said.

He smiled at her "Mr. Delevonte, my husband"

“Please…” She drawled out as her body tingled with a sweet sensation that arose from Declan capturing one of her peak mounds in his mouth. “Relax, my dear wife. I am your husband, and not your uncle. Just trust me on this, okay?” “Mmmhm….” … To be continued…

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

I said, my voice sharp, trembling with a mix of anger and despair, tears streaming down my face. “I only asked you to be my husband on paper—nothing more, nothing less.”

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.

Now, here I was, heart lodged in my throat, terrified for the man whose emotional absence had nearly broken me. *Please be okay, Khalid. Please.* The image of him collapsing in our living room replayed relentlessly: the way his powerful frame had crumpled like paper, the tablet clattering, his face draining of color. Despite everything—the late nights, Natasha’s name on his lips, the hidden medication, the slow erosion of our marriage—I couldn’t stop the wave of terror. This was the husband I had once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who had swept me off my feet at that charity gala four years ago with his intensity and promises.