Novel & Cerita My Husband Is My Love

It must be a good decision to carry on. "Fill and sign that paper," he uttered without any vibration in his voice. He may not be afraid to lose me. Quiet pity for this poor, sick woman. "All right. I sign this because I love you. Honey, even though we're departing through this paper, I'll always love you no matter what. I'm sorry, honey, for the burden I gave to you all these years." My tears were falling. I should have to remain calm, but my heart never stopped telling my true emotions. I really loved my husband more than my life. I really do care for him.

Here, he is not the general and I am not a cadet but we are husband and wife who love each other more than anything else in this world. As soon as we enter the house, he slowly lets me on my feet but his gaze remains on me, his eyes not leaving mine for even a moment. This man loves me, I can go to the ends of the world to prove that. How can Idrid say we are meant to be enemies, the only thing I can feel from him, his love and nothing more. “What’s going on in your mind?” His voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I immediately shake my head in the negative.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

"I like you! I actually love you!" She grabbed both my shoulder and shook me a little. I just started at her. I can't process this confession. Am I hearing it right? It's probably just the alcohol affecting me too. Even though if I say "you are just drunk" to her... Alcohol makes you an honest person! her sentence hit me hard I almost got sobered. How did this happen? What did I do to make her fall in love with me? What's this awkward situation where the wife of the actor I like so much fall in love with me?

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.

Aisha, late nights of investigation, and the growing strength I found in my work. “I do love you,” I said finally, my voice soft but clear. “Or at least, I love the man I married. The one who looked at me across that crowded gala like I was the only real thing in his world. The one who danced with me in this very room at 2 AM, who made me believe that love could be intense and consuming and worth every sacrifice. That Khalid — the passionate, focused, protective man — I still love him. Deeply.” Hope flickered briefly in his dark eyes. He leaned forward slightly, as if the words were oxygen.

My husband shows me just how much he wants me, just how much he loves me, as we passionately express our love on this surprisingly sturdy bed made out of pure wood. Fuck, I love this man more than he'll ever know. Always have, always will.

“And I love you, my husband. Forever and always.” THE END.

"I love you my wife." "I love you more my husband."