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 and pushed the

out of the car, just as another

have been called

exited the vehicle and took

features, typically handsome, took on a shadow

Brian wrapped an arm around

“What the hell are

with one hand while his other tenderly brushed her

To avoid it, I urge you to guard the wounds diligently,

furrowed in confusion at his

into her eyes and delivered