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?”

lingering look, Brian slowly let go and pushed

of the car, just as another

she recognized it as Lyndon’s, deducing he, too, must have been called to the

the vehicle and took note of

took on a shadow at the

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

“What the

her waist with one hand while his other tenderly brushed

healing takes time, and the greatest threat during recovery is infection. To avoid it, I urge you to

furrowed in confusion at his

gazed into her eyes and delivered another