Novel & Cerita My Wife Is Cold

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The study felt colder than it should have. The lights were low, the city humming far below, but Jason didn’t move from the window. His hands were pressed to the glass as though the chill could steady him. He had been waiting. When Bella stepped inside, she sensed it instantly. Something was wrong. Not the usual kind of wrong, not the kind they could fix with a late-night talk or a kiss. This was heavier. “Jason?” Her voice was soft, almost cautious.

Arham drags her to the room, Sarah jerks his hand and said: "What is this behavior? I told you don't touch me ?" " O you did not react like this when Farhaan was holding your hand ": He snapped at her. She frowns and said: "If you bring me here to talk rubbish then I am going ".She is going to walk when he holds her hand tightly, he said tightening his grip on her hand: "You are not going anywhere . You are my wife and It was your responsibility to live with me ".

"What can I say, Mrs. Billionaire? My wife looks delicious in the morning." She laughs. "I'm still in my PJ's, Julian." "You look delicious in anything," I contend, and she laughs harder. I could listen to her laugh all day. She places her head on my chest, a fond gesture of hers, one I've come to completely love. "Happy anniversary, hubby." I hug her tighter, but her grumbling tummy breaks the moment. She flushes under my gaze. "Looks like someone's hungry," I smirk and snort escapes her.

Upon arriving at the man’s house, Zared was introduced to his new family. The man’s wife greeted him with warmth and kindness, while the man's mother welcomed him with open arms. However, the man’s sister, who lived with them, was another story. Her demeanor was cold and aloof. She never showed genuine happiness for her brother or his wife, instead harboring a deep seated jealousy and resentment. Her spitefulness extended to her own brother's wife, who had been able to marry and start a family while she remained single and bitter.

I asked straightforwardly. "And so? Can you even find the cure of this curse?" she shouts angrily. I wonder if she's serious. As the room brightens, she looks up. I move the table and lift her up from the floor. I lay my wife down on the couch and do the same for myself. I hold her tightly, trying to warm her up. I prevent her from pushing me away. "What's happening to you? You're as cold as a vampire! Stop struggling and cover yourself up, or you'll freeze to death."

she replied with a smirk as she walked past. I couldn’t contain my smile, my heart jumping. I was both elated and nervous knowing that this very hot woman was my wife, she belonged to me. “Don’t you need a coat? It’s cold outside.” I mentioned as she opened the door. “I am fine.” She waved me off. “You said it yourself? My dress is hot. Why would I need a coat? Unless you are jealous other men will see.” She smirked at me before she stepped outside.

I was brought back to my senses when I heard Fred call me. So I approached where they were. I stood behind my husband and gently massaged his shoulders. I miss him, I miss him inside me... pounding me hard that I can't even move after. We don't have much time to have sex all night long now because I just don’t know, or I just know the main reason of his coldness towards me but I just don’t want to think about it. The important thing is at least I have him beside me, right now.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

He humbly respected my opinion and offered me this heavy duvet to cover myself from the cold while he slept there with nothing to cover himself. I am blushing so hard right now, for his kind gesture. Mr. Cold my Husband you are such a Darling. The only thing that gives me the wrong impression about you in the first place is your muscular build with your intense green eyes that seem to impose a cold demeanor on you and also seem to be scaring people around you.