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

car,

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

exited the vehicle and took

on a

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

“What the hell

responded by firmly holding her waist with one hand while his other tenderly

I urge you

brow furrowed in confusion

into her eyes and delivered