One Husband Is Enough Novel の小説・ストーリー

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

I was Victor Costa's sickly wife. He was the CEO of the Costa Group and had married me despite his family's objections. On the opening day of the Costa Foundation's centennial charity week, I passed out from low blood sugar on the livestream. My husband, Victor, was in Europe for meetings, and his sister, Isabella Costa, was sure I was faking again. But after Dr. Rossi examined me, he frowned and asked her, "She's been malnourished for a long time, and her prescription hasn't been refilled in at least three months. Doesn't anyone feed her?" The livestream comments exploded with laughter. [Mrs. Costa, malnourished? I'd sooner believe the Costa Group had gone bankrupt.] Everyone knew Victor se

“I’d hate for this perfectly good hard-on to go to waste.” She ran her fingers lightly over his erection and then grew bolder in her caresses. Her husband was very well endowed. Not enough to make the logistics impossible but certainly enough for her to never complain in that department. Too much, and a girl had major appendage issues. Too little? And it was inevitable disappointment.

“Tell me. I am not good. I mean... I am not good enough to satisfy you, right? Honestly, I am so afraid that if you don't sleep with me... You will sleep with someone else. I am so afraid.” “Honey, why are you saying that?” She smiled, then with a sad tone in her voice, she said: “I love you, my husband. I want to bring happiness to your life. But it looks like I am not good enough for you.” Next, after saying that, she cries out. When she is crying, I realize that there is no option other than to break the promise. “Oh, my pretty girl... my wife... my queen... my life... Just seeing your face is enough to make me happy. I love you the most, Nadya. You are the precious thing in my life. You

"You should, you need a man in your life." "Martha, I don't need men who I don't know very well. My husband decided to punish me by sending my porn to you guys but it didn't get to mom and dad and the rest of our extended family he had the contact. My lover didn't tell me of my son's boxing and he also killed him. What new surprises will I get from these men." "I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about."

He can feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. “How could you do this?” he says. “You let that man brainwash you. You think he’s any better than me? His first wife left him, Julie. That’s a pretty damn telling sign, don’t you think? What are you going to do when it gets rough? Run to another man?”

Chapter 28: Handover 2 AURORA A finance genius whose light was dimmed because of the man she married , that was who I was. The mistake I made because I wanted to fill the void in my heart… because he appeared to be a good man… because my father said he was a perfect godson. But was he a perfect husband to me? The mistake I made was getting married to Bryan and staying even when he treated me like trash after my father died. I was paying for those mistakes, and he was somewhere , either dead or alive?

Her curiosity was written all over her face. I swallowed before answering, my thoughts going back—back to the day everything fell apart. The day I learned my ten-year marriage was nothing but a farce. The day I walked into my own home expecting to surprise my darling husband, only to find another woman in charge of my house. Only to be kicked out of my own house. To find out that my husband had another family. To feel myself break, piece by piece. “That was the day I met Marcus,” I said quietly. “And he has never let me down since then. Not ever.”

Pointing to Chris' armless body which did not even have shoulders, I roared: "Five years ago, my husband lost both arms in a major fire to save other people! Even his shoulder bones were partially removed! "You tell me, how can a severely disabled person who can't even feed himself and needs help to go to the toilet, pin you against the wall in the elevator, cover your mouth with his left hand, and tear your clothes with his right hand?! "Yvonne Shaw, look into his eyes and answer me! How did you make up details like 'dirt in his fingernails'?!"

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”