Novel & Cerita My Husband My Love My Life

I looked at him seriously and said solemnly, "Stefan is my husband. I love him very much." Francis realized that I was not lying. When that realization hit, his expression shifted from animated disbelief to deathly pallor. The light in his eyes went out, as if his soul had left him. I was puzzled at Francis' reaction. Was he showing me this pained look because he regretted giving me up?

I said slowly, “if you’d asked me a year ago if I’d ever get married, I would’ve laughed.” “And now?” “Now… I’m starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, I was always meant to be loved like this, Slowly, Gently. Completely.” He looked at me then, really looked. Like he was holding something holy in his chest. “You were,” he said. “You are.”

“We’re getting a divorce. As for you, you’re leaving with nothing.” After that, I pulled out the marriage certificate and flung it at her. The crowd immediately erupted in an uproar. “Oh my God, she cheated on him? I thought they were a real couple!” “So… Alden was her lover. He was meddling in someone else’s marriage!” “She had such a good husband and didn’t cherish him. Then, she went and had children with someone else! How shameless!”

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

I pulled him even closer, wanting to feel his warmth, ravel in his touch, smell him. "I love you so much, Mama. If there is another life after this, I want to find you again." He uttered, his voice raw, his expression exposed and vulnerable, and I wrapped my hands around this man that had given me so much in this life. This man, my Ethan, my husband, my love, he's God's own gift to me. THE END

My brain just went numb. So that's how it's going to be. Me trying to fall in love with him. Do I even want to? There's nothing wrong with that. He's my husband now. That means I have to spend the rest of my life with him. Falling in love cannot be that bad, right?

The man I'm trying so hard to get over, my husband, the love of my life, is crushed. And once again, so am I.

"I love you, my Little Flower, my wife" "I love you too, my Dark Prince, and from this day forth, my husband." 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

“Bria, I love you with my whole heart. Ever since I met you, I’ve been drawn to you in a way that’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. “You are the love of my life, my reason for waking up each day, and the last thought I fall asleep to at night. You mean the absolute world to me. And I’m honored to be your husband. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to be my wife. You’re precious to me, and I’m going to show that to you in any way that I can for the rest of our marriage. I love you, Bria. I always will. With everything within me, I do.” His words nearly steal mine away. I can feel the love shining through them. They are everything I’d want to hear and more. And each day, I some

I told him, as tears of pure happiness fell from my eyes and my heart swelled with love for the two most important men in my life: my son, and my husband. The End