Novel & Cerita The Cold Husband

"Yes. No touching. No surprises. And when this year is over, we walk away, no questions asked." Damian took a slow sip of his whiskey, watching her over the rim of the glass. "Agreed... on one condition," he said finally, setting the glass down. She narrowed her eyes. "What?" He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "In public, we act like the perfect couple. Smiles, hand-holding, kisses if necessary. You play your role, and I’ll play mine. No one can know this marriage is fake." Aurora's stomach twisted. Kisses?

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

She clutched her stomach tightly, except for this instinct, she couldn't think of anything else. Straight to the person who heard footsteps approaching, she raised her head, saw that he had changed into a new set of clothes, blinked lightly, from which time the eyes only saw a vague, indistinguishable piece. Any color other than white, blinking again, only to see him clearly, of course, there is also her. Her husband, Tom Hulce. He stood coldly at the door, looking down at her from above, his expression dark and unpleasant. From his eyes, she saw disgust, distance, and a kind of coldness that was speechless.

Even though she did not grow up having them around she could still not feel any warmth coming from them or them treating her like a family and she knows that might be because they do not treat her as such. "He is not your husband but your sister's," my father's wife says and Hadley scoffed. "I don't see her coming to claim her husband and lest not forget I am the one married to him so he is my husband," Hadley said through gritted teeth and she glared at me. "We are not asking for too much just get us those files and you will be fine and don't forget we are in this together," Hadley's father says and Hadley creases her eyebrow not understanding.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

I felt anger burning in my chest, but I bit my tongue. He pulled something from his coat. A folder and gave it to me. I opened it and froze. It was a marriage contract. I read the first line out loud.. “This contract binds Alina Reyes to Sebastian Blackwell in a legal marriage for the duration of one year…” I stared at him. “You want me to marry you?” “For one year,” he said simply. “Live in my house. Pretend to be my wife. Stay quiet. And when the year ends, you disappear.”

Her face was drained of all color like a corpse, and her lips were frozen purple. She stared at me. There was not a single wisp of warmth left in her. “Cold… cold…” The moment she spoke, a stream of deathly white frost spewed from her mouth straight into my face. The cold made me tremble, but suddenly, it all made sense. Without a word, I started unbuttoning my heavy, padded red cotton coat. I had kept this coat tucked away in a drawer for years. It was the last gift from my husband, who had been gone for more than a decade now. He had it stuffed thick with cotton, and it was warm enough to block out the harshest winters.

1 The charity gala ended early, and all I wanted was to surprise Ethan before he plunged back into his work. Holding the spare key in my trembling hand, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find him hunched over his laptop. Instead, the scene before me shattered my entire world. My husband was on our bed with another woman. Shock pinned me to the doorway. Neither of them noticed me until the woman opened her eyes. Sienna. His secretary—the woman who bore a striking resemblance to his first love. The same woman he had repeatedly accused me of being paranoid about.

My husband and my mother-in-law are already planning to kick me out of their life. (Next Morning) I wondered how anyone could be so cold and distant. I never met someone as cold as my husband. The same person who always smile to his fans. It's been a day and the man didn't even say a single word to me, yes he insulted me and called me a gold digger.

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.