Novel & Cerita My Husband Is An Antisocial Count

Alexander's number. This time, I answer. "Enjoying the show?" His voice is silk over steel. "You could have killed them." "But I didn't. This time. Next time, I might not be so careful about timing." "You're insane." "I'm motivated. And I'm just getting started, darling. That fire was just a love tap. A gentle reminder of what I'm capable of when people disappoint me." "What do you want?" "I want my wife back. In my apartment, in my bed, playing the role she was born to play. Derek disappears permanently, you file for an annulment citing temporary insanity, and we never speak of this unfortunate incident again."

I did not want a divorce. Why should I? I had given everything to our family. When Orion’s parents got sick, I was the one who took care of them. Meanwhile, Orion was out traveling. I raised our son by myself and helped him grow into a successful person. He did not even talk to his dad until he was eighteen. Yet, my son said I was an ignorant country bumpkin. I shouted and demanded that they treat me fairly. Even the neighbors came out to see what was going on.

Some came over to say hello. "Good morning, Shannon and Gary! The three of you are always here for every Family Day, unlike my husband, Jake. He always says that he's busy at work and doesn't care about his child at all." Shannon replied awkwardly and Gary tried to avoid eye contact. I couldn't help but ask, "Gary, so this is the one day you were talking about?" Gary became infuriated and grabbed my arm. "Jasmine, there are a lot of people here. Let's not make a scene."

“He’s… He’s… my ex-husband.” “Oh.” I was taken aback. I didn’t know that she had been married. Emily took a deep breath, her voice shaky. “Antoine. He’s… he’s been controlling and abusive. It started small, but over time, he got worse. It wasn’t just emotional manipulation. He’d physically harm me too.” I felt a surge of anger and sympathy. “That’s awful. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“What do you mean?” Anton leans against the wall next to me, his eyes fixed on a distant point. “I met my wife many years ago. We were deeply in love, and everything was perfect. But I had a gambling problem, as you well know, and I let it destroy our relationship. She left me, and I thought I had lost her forever.” His words strike a chord with me, and I turn to look at him with empathy. “I’m so sorry, Anton. But you two are meeting up in a few days! That’s something, isn’t it?”

Rod said. "There's something you need to know, Rod," I said to him. "What is it? Why does someone want you dead? Do you have enemies?" he asked. "My husband is a very dangerous person. He was a ruthless, merciless mafia boss who foughts for everything lethal and illegal just to get home to his lovely wife and make love to her to wash all the tiredness and worries away," I explained and his eyes narrowed, he was listening to me very carefully.

She put her hand on his arm. “Maxim, you’re a good man. Everyone can see that. You’re going to be a good husband and a spectacular father. In my line of work, I’ve dissolved more marriages than I care to think about, and then, at the Children’s Advocacy Center, I saw a lot of men who were lousy husbands and fathers. You’re not like them. Not even close… And you will never be like them.” “Tesoro… You say that, and I think you even mean it, but you’ve only known me for three weeks. Antonia had seven years to grow disenchanted with me.”

He has such a dirty mouth. A week passed like that. Instead of us growing closer like I thought we would, it seemed there was a damned bridge between us now. He seemed frustrated at every daybreak, and that same feeling always followed him home. I knew what was keeping him like that. My husband was suffering from withdrawal. A sex maniac who had sex almost every day had gone for almost two months without sex. He had tried getting boys, but the money I paid proved to be a worthy investment. And whenever he went to a bar to get someone, I always thwarted his plans.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

He simply felt like a cruel, heartless jerk. He looked at the phone he had taken out of his pocket, unsure whether he should call her or not. He hadn’t mentioned the meeting to her because he just wanted one day out of his routine. A day without diapers, vomit, or shouting. He craved a moment of complete peace, one that didn’t involve work, or his wife and child. He felt selfish, but still, he was with his family—this wouldn’t be complete peace. He dialed the number, but she didn’t answer. He squinted his eyes in frustration since this was typical of his wife. After three attempts, she finally picked up.