Odio A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

“Really? I have been looking very tired lately.” “Yes. You are glowing, baby.” I rolled my eyes softly, but my heart still skipped. At the beginning of this marriage, I never imagined moments like this would exist between us. When I married him, people whispered behind my back. They said I was only a replacement for the woman he truly loved. Even I believed it sometimes. Especially during the first few months when Damian stayed distant then, but things had changed slowly after I got pregnant. He became softer with me, protective and more attentive.

Forever. “I’m yours.” Her soft voice and her moans were an addiction. She was my addiction. I thrust inside her, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. It was home; she was home. She froze, and I instantly followed suit. “What’s the matter, Tesoro?” Fuck, I hope I wasn’t too rough and hurt her. “We need a condom,” she breathed. Resentment swam inside my chest. I was her husband. How many men did she put a condom on? I pushed the thoughts away. She was mine.

"Quit it with the act. It's exhausting." My hands clenched at my sides. "If you want to treat me like garbage here, fine. I don't care. But if you act awkward, even for one moment, outside that door, I will release that video." Richard laughed. The sound was hollow and bitter. "Oh, I know you will. But if you really wanted to destroy this marriage, you would have done it already. You need me more than I need you. So stop pretending you have any real power here."

His hands were just shyly on her waist, but that was nothing compared to the anger churning inside me. However, even though I hated to admit it, he was right. Storming there would only be disastrous for both of us, and we have always been a private couple; this wasn’t the best way to out us. So I remained where I was, watching as my husband danced with another woman while I tried to act like I wasn’t repulsed by the idea. “Do you care for a drink?” Again the voice of my forced companion cut through my thought, and I took a deep breath, calming myself.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

He didn't even look up at me, instead just looking at his plate, like I am just a display here. My excitement turned to despair as the minutes went by. I had expected an event to remember with my husband, but it felt more like an unwanted interruption in his hectic day. I tried to hide my disappointment, but despite my efforts not to feel the dread and distrust that had been building in my heart for the past few weeks deepened. I don't know if everything is really normal for us or if this is the beginning of the destruction of our marriage. "You seemed not happy that I am here, Lucas," I stated with a matter of fact. I wasn't planning to say all those things out loud. But once it escaped my

Sophia’s eyes widened in shock, her heart clearly breaking for me. “We got married in some random place,” I said, my voice breaking as I relived the painful memories. “I thought we were starting a new chapter, a fresh start. But it was far from that. Earlier on the very same day, he’d had another massive fight with Isabelle. Maybe it drove him to marry me, you know? And his mother—oh, she had been on his back about learning to live independently, without their family servants.”

Dario sighs but doesn’t say anything, then I look towards Nico. “I caught Dante fucking my cousin,” I say, and reach for the risotto. Nico looks at me with a grim expression. “Oh-" “Best sex I’ve ever had in a long time.” Came the voice of my asshole husband as he walks into the dining room and takes a seat at the head on the table.

he smiled, taking my shaky hand and planting a kiss at the back as he stared hard at me. My body shook as his words echoed through my head. I've been given to Silvio, my husband is dead, less than a few weeks and I have been widowed. “I can never love you Silvio, you are my worst nightmare,” I said, his face turning into a scowl. “So you love Mateo?” He asked moving forward,

I understood their stares. "You still look at him so softly despite his behaviour towards you," Teodoro spoke up, switching our positions so I could face only him. I wanted to roll my eyes badly. He thought I didn't know what was going on or he wanted to trap me with my own words? "He's still my husband," I replied calmer than I expected. "Hating him gives me nothing but more pain." "Women," Teodoro grumbled with a slight click of his tongue. "They cling on even in the worst scenarios and pretend everything is okay."