Odio A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

Audric is friendly when he talks to them, but he gets angry with others, including his own parents and her. "Why are you pushing me away, Audric?" she quietly asked the wind. Unnoticed, tears began to fall from her eyes, dropping one by one. "Stop looking at me, Ffion." She immediately looked away, not realizing her tears were streaming. Even though her husband couldn't see, his other senses were sharp. Since losing his sight, he seemed to sense things around him. "I keep telling you that I hate being looked at or pitied." His voice was like thunder, laden with anger and irritation.

“Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.” “You can’t do that,” I say. “Do what?” “Make me sound insane.” She snorts. “Then maybe stop saying insane things. Because what else would put that idea in your head?” “I’m losing focus in my marriage,” I snap. “I need to stay focused.” “You’re angry,” she says evenly. “And you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not your husband. I’m not your lover.” The words land hard. I swallow. “I’m sorry.”

A type of anger I could not point my finger at. ‘It is Lois Anderson’ I immediately corrected, and he looked puzzled by my reply. ‘Even though there has not been a formal word on your marriage with Aaron Carson, I know you are married to him’ he said, and I gave him a weak smile. ‘Yes we are married, but I did not take his last name’ I said swiftly.

“I didn’t remember it, but I remembered how it felt. For the first time in months. So when I told my family I wanted to marry you.” “You what?” “I said I was taking a second wife. I didn’t even ask you. I just said it. Like I had the right.” Sophia stared. “You told them you were marrying me. Before you told me you were married. Before you even saw me again.” “Yes.” She laughed. “That’s insane.” “I know.” She set the glass down hard. Water splashed across the counter. “Did you even want me? Or was I just the thing to make Elena hurt?”

The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust that had once bound them together. "I trusted you, Rita! I trusted you enough to share every detail of my marriage, and all this time you were fucking my husband behind my back. What kind of friend does that?" Stacy's voice rose, fueled by a mix of fury and heartbreak. Her eyes blurred with tears and her words trembled with the weight of her emotions. But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face.

I grumbled, stabbing at the meat on my plate. I have no appetite. If the sight of Dio and Kallisto about to fuck or the knowledge they’ve probably done that many times on this table wasn’t enough to turn my stomach, this conversation was. Just thinking about the ambush/argument boiled my blood. That they feel they have a say in my marriage prospects.

“I have better things to do than argue with you.” I pursed my lips, “So do I,” I said, held Hazel’s hand, and walked into my office, not even bothering to glance back at him. Just as I settled in my chair, she looked up at me, her eyes wide, “Is Adomis your boyfwend?” My cheeks burned as I gazed at her. Was the tension between me and Adonis that intense that even a child noticed it? “He’s my husband… unfortunately,” I deadpanned while she just stared at me blankly. I didn’t expect her to understand what I said.

I asked and huffed, "Sadly, it doesn't change the fact that Diego is my husband and I love him" "You love him?" He sounded cautious. I blinked, the realization of what I'd said dawning on me. Did I just say I love Diego? Crap!

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

"This is what I am talking about. We can never get along because you are his father and you are very weird." "You surely weren't talking when I was running my hand down your thighs. You love it and I know you do." "Don't talk about me in a condescending manner. I am your son's wife and you should respect me!" She snapped once again. I laughed and walked forward to meet her but the door opened and I froze seeing Dario walk into the room with a frown on his face..