Novel & Cerita Odio A Mi Esposo

“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.

To make things worse your employee, might thing I was about to fire him. “I need you to find a way to get Alora back! We need her back if not, my family and all the girl we own will become property ..” he didn’t let me finish from the looks of it he already understood, unlike my husband who knows the entire story but yet acts like a dumb man. I blame myself for marrying someone like him. “Come in!.” Gideon offers us. I walked in and so did my husband. “Ugh! At least tell me people are coming?!!.” A girl yells when I walked in. She grabbed her clothes and covered her naked body.

“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.

This damn thing provoked my emotions. "Whatever!" "Rara is getting annoying." "You started it. I should have broken your neck." "For the sake of defending that ignorant boy?" "He's my husband! You dumbass" I said out loud. "Proud, yes, betrayed. There seems to be a strange human-like you. How proud to betray you?" "You have a heart, don't you? At least, respect people's feelings and decisions." "Human trash like that, not worthy of respect," said Aldo so casually. Even though he had just talked to someone else's husband in front of his wife. Why do I have a family that goes wrong like this?

He raised his head to glare at me, an eyebrow raised. "Liza, why are you shouting my name? Being married to me doesn't still give you that right," he chided, and resumed working on his papers. "There's a problem. What do we do?" I ignored the jab and instead showed him the post on my I*******m feed, with over fifty thousand views. A video dated early last night of Cole, my husband frantically kissing one of his numerous flings. He stood up and grabbed the phone from my hand, repeatedly playing the thirty second video.

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!