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?”

slowly let go and pushed the

stepped out of the car, just

must have been called to the evening’s gathering, prompting a smile to cross her

the vehicle and took note

handsome, took on a shadow at the

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

off guard, exclaimed, “What the hell are you

one hand

is infection. To avoid it, I

furrowed in confusion

into her eyes and