Novel & Cerita My Husband Is Always Cold

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

A few people didn't know how to take a joke, it was good that I was with someone who could sometimes like joking excessively but was still considered anyway. "Yeah, you can say that again. How would I sleep when my husband is out there saving the world?" I responded in a matching tone catching him off guard. His eyes widened in shock but quickly maintained his composure. "I wasn't expecting that at all." He admitted and turned. “It's a bit cold. The last time I checked, the temperature was rumored to drop to 15 degrees. I don't think it's safe for you to be out there at this time, I'm just saying." He quickly added.

I quickly grabbed it and held it against the mouth of my wife. Absentmindedly, she drank the water. After two sips, I withdrew the glass from her lips and settled it on the ground. "Are you alright?" I asked after a few moments of silence. My wife sat quietly with her gaze on the floor. Her mother was right. She was quiet. But I had no use for that now. I scrutinized her body and noticed that she was shivering. It occurred to me that it was cold out. I took off my jacket and threw it over her shoulders.

she said, walking to the door but again, Anderson refused, “I don’t want to see a doctor. You can take care of me,” he pouted again and spoke. Avery made a mental note to tease him later when he got better. For over ten months they’ve been married, and neither of them had ever fallen sick so seeing Anderson in this state was both funny and sad.

She fucking creeps me out. Back in my dressing room, I settled in the soft beanbag, removing the fake smile on my face. That felt like removing contact lenses. I scrolled through my phone, hoping for a message from my husband. I long for even a small sign from him but as usual, there is nothing. His silence speaks a lot about what he truly feels about me. Five years of marriage have turned him cold.

I fanned my face trying to blink back tears because I can't ruin my makeup. How unfortunate I am that I had my first fight with my husband on my wedding night. I know I was wrong but his behavior wasn't justified either. My hands reached up under my necklace where he gave big purple bruise. It wasn't a love bite it was his anger, he let out a day before yesterday. And now he is giving me cold shoulder. But I am accustomed to people giving me cold shoulder. My family has been doing this for two years and now my husband has joined the group too.

he said to Alice. "See, I was right." Alice smirked. "She loves being right. Remind me why I married her." I chuckled and the next thing I knew, I felt her stab her fork on my thigh. A wince left my mouth and all three pairs of eyes diverted to me. "Um. . .leg cramp." I smiled nervously. "My husband is the same. Don't worry, they get better with age." Snow grinned and rested her head against her husband's shoulder. He in return lowered his head and placed a kiss on top of her hair.

I closed my eyes and felt the warmth from the blanket. I then heard his footsteps. Yes, indeed, right now, he is wearing his everyday style. Long sleeves that is not bright in color. ‘Are you cold? You want me to turn off the air conditioner?’ I shook my head. Why does his face seems to be telling that? Maybe I am just sick and is imagining things. With that, I just shrug and ignored him. I wish I could lie like this all the time. Not moving, No work, No annoying husband. Just a potato. I badly want to sleep but my head hurts so bad…

Then he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I let him. But as I stand there in my husband’s embrace, something feels… off. The warmth, the excitement I usually feel whenever he shows me even the smallest bit of affection…is missing. It’s just… not there. And I don’t know why.

Maybe my mom? I shiver, running through the house to find some warmer clothes to wear and to get my mind off of thinking about my mother. That's a place I haven't wanted to go for years, and definitely a place I don't want to go tonight. Glancing through my chest of drawers, I see I have nothing to keep me warm for temperatures like this. A testament to how few nights we have this cold. "I guess that's what I have a husband for." I shrug as I go over to his closet and open the door.