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?”

let go and pushed the unlock

of the car, just

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

the vehicle and took note of

took on a shadow at

from his car, without hesitation, Brian wrapped an arm around Rosalynn’s waist,

caught off guard, exclaimed, “What the hell are you

waist with one

time, and the greatest threat during recovery is infection. To avoid it, I urge you to guard the

brow furrowed in confusion at

eyes and delivered