My Wife Is Twice My Age นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said, lifting her chin as if bracing herself, “I am— older than you, Eamon. Forget my young looks. I should be about what? Eight to ten years older than you are?” “Eight,” he cut in sharply. The speed of his reply startled her. “Eight,” he repeated calmly, meeting her eyes without blinking, “and it is just a number.” Her eyes widened. “Eamon! Eight!!” He shrugged one shoulder, utterly unconcerned. “Continue. What is the second?” She scoffed, pacing a step away before turning back. “Second, I’m still married to… to that jerk.” Her voice tightened. She shook her head. “Literally, though. He is still my husband. The father of my kid.”

Josh was more her age than I was. “Oh, come on, you aren’t that old. How old is your wife?” “She’s eight years younger than me.” I walked out, but Zion’s advice echoed in my head. Don’t let go of the one you love. With Zion’s life on track, maybe it was time to work on that advice.

, I asked. He sighed, "My wife ". I looked at him again, Wife? "How old are you?". "35". "You're 35???? you're 35????", I asked shocked. He laughed, " I get that a lot ". "No that's not normal, you look like you just turned 20", he laughed. "Well I am 35, I got married when I was 27, best decision I made, started a family with her, we had two beautiful kids. On my 20th birthday, we went for a boat cruise, the ship sank, only I made it.

he said to me and I scoffed, what the hell does he mean by that? "Your wife? What the hell do you mean by your wife, I don't think you even know what you are saying to me right now. I'm no longer your wife Azek, I left you remember? We are done and over, so don't you dare think you have some kind of hold over me." I said and tried to push him away but he held me closer to him making me feel a little bit uncomfortable and not in a bad way. I love this and I want more, but there's no way I'm going to give in to this feeling.

I say and she huffs at me. “Look, you know I love you and I want to keep it real with you.” She says pausing for a moment. “You don’t look happy, you look tired and you look even worse when your wife walks into a room. And that’s just with two years of marriage. I can’t imagine what the two of you will be like after twenty years of marriage.” She says and I feel a pang in my chest at her words. “The two of you deserve to be happy and clearly the only way to find that happiness is separately.” She says and I take in a big gulp of air and let it out.

He replied. "I just hope it is a success" I replied. "Yeah, it will be and this one you have to be there with us" He replied. "So what about your mate, you could have Deborah as your mate?" He said. "What!, are you trying to match us and mind you, I won't like to have Deborah that has been in this world 15 years before me as my girlfriend and she is my teacher don't forget" I replied. "Teacher my foot and about the age, It doesn't mean a thing. I have a friend who is 500 years old and his wife is 600 years old. Just tell me you just don't want her" He said.

He yapped. “ Anyway, how's your wife?” He asked with a smirk on his face. “ I told you that you're too old for this. There's no way an oldie like you would get married to a hottie like her and you won't fall in love,” “ First of, we're the same age genius. So if I'm old, you're old,” I squinted my eyes. “ Secondly, I'm not in love with her and I never would be,” I stated.

Now she was taller than Marvin. She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, preparing to tease him. "Isn't eight years a lot? But... don't worry, Honey. Whether it's ten or twenty years apart, I will still love you," she whispered in Marvin's ear. "I like powerful men like you, Sir," sir whispered again with a breath. Marvin shivered. He closed his eyes to enjoy his wife's breath on his ear and felt it reach the side of his neck. "I love you so much, Honey."

He finished up with a silent growl. “Well, at least his mate is younger than my daughter´s. She will have to deal with a 2,000-year age difference.” I retorted, and he laughed. Yeap, if we were stuck in shitty situations regarding our future in-laws, I had the short straw on that one.

“You need to compose yourself. He’s already married…” “I don’t care!” she screamed again, louder this time, her chest heaving as more tears streamed down her cheeks. “I love him! I’ve loved him for four years, Dad! I’ve done everything… everything… to be the woman he wants, and now he goes and marries her?” Her voice cracked as she spat the last word like poison. “I can’t live without him. I won’t.” Her mother sighed from the armchair, crossing her legs and glancing at the broken glass on the floor. “Sweetheart, listen to reason. He’s a Rothwell. They don’t tolerate scandals. And being a second wife? People would laugh at us. They’d talk.”