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 the

of the car, just as

as Lyndon’s, deducing he, too, must have been called to the evening’s gathering, prompting a smile to

and took note of its

took on a shadow

an arm around Rosalynn’s waist, planting a kiss

guard, exclaimed, “What the hell are you

one hand while his other

I urge you to guard the wounds diligently, ensuring no bacteria can make their way

in confusion at

her eyes and delivered another