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?”

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and took note

typically handsome, took on a shadow at the

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

exclaimed, “What the

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furrowed in confusion at his

eyes and