My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Healing takes time. I can’t say how long it’ll be before the hurt fades. If you can wait, then wait. If not, we might as well divorce.”

Her gaze was lucid, her demeanor, icy and composed.

At the mention of divorce, Brian felt a sharp ache.

His voice grew heavier, his grip firmer.

“I refuse to divorce you!

I’ll not pressure you. Time is yours, but erase divorce from your thoughts.” His usual assertiveness surfaced in his tone.

Rosalynn remained quiet. After a pause, she responded, “You’ve caused me pain. Could you loosen your grip and unlock the door?”

a lingering look, Brian slowly let go

the car, just as another

have been called to the evening’s gathering, prompting a smile to

exited the vehicle and took note of its

handsome, took on a shadow at the sight of

wrapped an arm around Rosalynn’s waist, planting a kiss on

guard, exclaimed, “What the hell

responded by firmly holding her waist with one hand

time, and the greatest threat during recovery is infection. To avoid it, I urge you to guard the wounds diligently, ensuring no bacteria

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eyes