My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“I’ve been clear, Rosalynn. In this life, I shall either be a widower or remain your husband.”

With composure, Rosalynn met his gaze.

“Brian, our marriage is fractured. What purpose does it serve to keep clinging to something so broken?”

His frustration mounting, Brian studied her face.

“Isn’t it common for married couples to quarrel? Yet you always leap to divorce. Do you really hold any love for me?”

Rosalynn fought to keep her words at bay, her fingers restless, yet she remained silent.

Brian pressed on, “I admit, the incident with the bogus divorce papers was mishandled on my part. But have you been entirely open with me? You never mentioned that Eleanor had impersonated you that night. You haven’t clarified why you and Barlow ended up overnight at the club. And sending that picture of Brad’s infidelity to my mother without discussing it with me first. Did I confront you about any of these? Can’t you grant me some fairness, Rosalynn? If I’ve made a mistake, is it not within you to forgive me just this once?”

brow creased with a flicker of irritation and

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a humble tone, he offered her an explanation. He suggested she comply and make

celebrated CEO accustomed to others’ respect and admiration. If you feel aggrieved, don’t endure it on my sake. After we divorce, I have no doubt a flock of thoughtful and gentle women will contend for your

of anger pulsing at his temples. Exhaustion had worn him thin, pushing him

enticing red lips, and he longed

by this desire, Brian yielded

Rosalynn’s fragile chin, pulling her into

face, her

enveloped her, she

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pinned her firmly in place, his lean fingers beginning