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?”

look, Brian slowly let go and pushed

the car, just

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

exited the vehicle and took

a shadow at the sight of Rosalynn’s

emerged from his car, without hesitation, Brian wrapped an arm around Rosalynn’s waist, planting a kiss on her

guard, exclaimed, “What the hell are you

by firmly holding her waist with one hand while his

during recovery is infection. To avoid it, I urge you

brow furrowed in

eyes