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 unlock

the car,

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

exited the vehicle and

features, typically handsome, took on a shadow at the sight of

an arm around Rosalynn’s

off guard, exclaimed, “What the hell are

responded by firmly holding her waist with one hand while

To avoid it, I urge you to guard the wounds diligently, ensuring no bacteria can make

furrowed in confusion at

gazed into her eyes