His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 133

[MIA]

I woke up with the other side of the bed being empty and cold, and I stirred. I had fallen asleep last night when I excused myself to rest after dinner (courtesy of the medicines) in Alex’s bed.

He wasn’t here.

How I woke up the last time I was here fills my memory, with his hand strangling me.

I missed his touch.

I missed my husband’s touch.

My eyes flickered open to see him sprawled across the couch, and my heart fell a little bit. He was so big, literally. Taller than the length of the couch, his legs on the arm rest and his palm below his head because there was no space to rest it elsewhere.

He slept on the couch because of all the times I had screamed at him to get away from me when he tried to come closer. He hadn’t even worn a blanket despite the freezing temperature the room was at.

I took the blanket I was wearing, softly spreading it over him, careful not to wake him.

I just stared at his peaceful face, no frown lines whatsoever, and jumped when his eyes snapped open.

“Good morning,” he wished me in a raspy voice.

My heart skipped a beat. “Did I wake you up?”

“No. I was already awake.”

“You looked asleep,” I say in a small voice. “I thought you might be feeling cold. It’s freezing in here.”

“I tried raising the temperature when I came to the room, but you started stirring awake. I guess my wife likes the freezing temperature, huh?” He teased.

My wife.

Oh, dear heart,

on the couch

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lip.

in

his spine before cracking his knuckles. His bruised knuckles.

a smaller voice than earlier, contemplating if I should sit on the empty space beside

chuckles like it’s not a big

my stomach

to go out?” He offers. “There’s this breakfast place around the corner.

enthusiastically, a small smile breaking out on my face.

later, we were both showered,

teased when we walked side by side. “Does Alex King really do such mundane things?”

it would make you happy… to do ‘mundane things“.”

happy.” I smile, “So, what’s the story behind this breakfast place?”

to capture it. “When ! and Aurora were six and Ronan must be like one? We used to grab breakfast here before Dad

but smile too. “That must be such

had some manufacturing defect, always had the knack for destruction. Loved watching things burn. My parents weren’t exactly shocked when I figured out what Uncle Damien actually did, or when I wanted to spend time with him over the my summer holidays. They were just terrified for my life, but they didn’t want to lose me by

would lie if I said I wasn’t

expect? A sob

“Yeah. Of sorts.”

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psychopaths, baby. I

my lower lip.

compliment, cupcake? Should I be flattered?”

pushes the glass doors of the

this place,” I mutter to Alex, and he blinks in confusion before following my gaze to see his twin sister sitting in one of the corner tables opposite a