Romans & histoires My Wife Is Twice My Age

He stated as if it was obvious, which it fucking was. "That’s my mate, kid." "Dad said people can have two mates." I froze, staring down at him, did he fucking just say that? My eyes flashed green, and he simply looked at me like I was a cockroach on the damn wall. "Yeah… rarely, and I assure you, a twenty-two-year-old woman is not going to be mated to a six-year-old pup." He smirked, "There’s sixteen years difference between Mama and Dad... Twenty-two take away six is?"

At this point, a light flashed past her eyes, and she said with a smile, "After all, I hope that I can tell others in Chinese that I am your wife in person in the future." "..." Hearing the word "wife," Howard felt a knot in his heart. For some reason, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife, and it hurt so much... "What's wrong? Don't you like what I said?" "No, it's just that I'm not used to hearing this. After all, I'm only 18 years old this year. I can't even get a marriage certificate in this country." 18 years old... Indeed, he was only 18 years old, and she was already 25 years old. A gap of six years would be normal if their genders were exchanged.

I scoffed and hit my head twice thinking that it was a sort of nightmare but it wasn't. It was real. I was lost for words. "You want me to marry you?" He nodded. "That's absurd. You are probably older than me." "I'm thirty." He replied nonchalantly. "That's what I mean." "I am not old." He frowned at me. "I am turning twenty in a few weeks which means you are ten years older than me." "Is there a law that says we can't get married at your age?" "Yes, my law!" I replied firmly.

“That’s quite young. She’s twenty-five years younger than you.” “Yes she is but it’s not as straight forward as that.” “What does that mean?” Det. Lima asked. “It means there’s more to being with someone than just their age. Yes she’s twenty-one but we connect, more than I ever have with anyone else and I think that’s what really matters. It’s about how someone makes you feel. Yes age is important but it’s not everything. I fell in love and just wanted to be with her and that was it.” "And I get that, my wife is fifteen years younger than me but dude twenty-five? That's a lot of years. That's a whole grown person in between you two."

“What is that look on your face, wife?“ Dave asked when we went back to the car. “Don't you like being married to me?“ I sighed and lay back on my seat. “No, I love being married to you. It is just that you rushed things,” I said. Dave smiled and held my hand. “Dan and Emah are married. Isn't Emah only a year older than you? What about Mari and Tony?“ He asked softly. I was silent for a second. That made sense. I wasn't the only one married earlier. Huh! No one would make fun of me. But I paused when I remembered that there was still the age thing. “Yes, they are married. But Dan and Tony are not as old as you,” I said. He was more than ten years older than me.

“There’s a significant age gap between you two.” “Yes.” I narrow my eyes at him. “How old are you exactly?” “Forty-Three.” “At least you’re younger than me,” I grumble and I hate that in another life that didn’t involve him defiling my daughter, we could have been friends because he’s actually pretty likable. I do, however, take some comfort that he has more gray hair than I do. He leans forward over the counter and gives me what I think is a sincere look. “I know I’m significantly older than her, but I can assure you that I love her more than anything and will do everything I can to be the best husband I can be.”

My jaw dropped and I forced the ball of saliva that rushed to my throat back to the pit of my stomach. "Emily, it's not like that. We…" "No, no. You do not need to explain anything. I would be annoyed if you took me for a fool. I have been married for twenty four years. My children are almost as old as you. And I can tell you that I know a spark when I see one, but that is by the way." Twenty four years? Wow! How did people get so lucky? I had only fallen in love once, and he threatened to kill his unborn children and I.

I think I had offended her somehow. "Hello, I'm John Travo," he said, pointing to his wife. "And my lovely wife, Mary." Mary looked me up and down, her smile condescending.“Hello.” I beckoned to both of them. Mary lifted her nose, “How old are you?” Mary asked me bluntly. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied. Mary grew a large smile, “Ahh… Twenty-nine and no children? Afraid to lose that figure, are we?” She looked me up and down, “Not much to lose- probably help us grow a little.” She gestured at her chest and hips. Well. Mary sure didn’t care for me.

SEBASTIAN "I married you because it was arranged. Don’t mistake that for affection. Keep your distance, or you’ll only hurt yourself." The numbers on the document blurred for the third time in ten minutes. I stared at the spreadsheet glowing on my monitor without actually seeing a single figure on it. Every row, every percentage, every projection dissolved the second another memory cut through my head. "You think being my wife makes you special? It doesn’t. Any woman could stand where you are standing. So stop looking at me like I’m supposed to feel something."