So my sister and her husband finally left my hospital room. They had been fussing over me ever since I woke up from the surgery. I appreciated their concern, but I really needed some peace and quiet. I had this banging headache that wouldn’t leave, so I decided to sleep it off.I slept for what seemed like five minutes, but it was actually two and a half hours before my husband came in. He said he just wanted to see someone outside that it wouldn’t take long but now it was taking forever.“Baby, I’ve been waiting for you,” I said in a sleepy voice as I opened my eyes and saw him standing by the door. He smiled at me and walked over to the bed. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead.“I’m so sorry, love. The business meeting took longer than expected, but I’m here now, okay? Are you ready to go? Do you feel better?” he asked, stroking my hair. I smiled and nodded. I felt quite lighter now that I had slept.“What time is it?” I asked, looking at the window. The sun was still
“Of course you can move back in with me, my love. As a matter of fact, I pleaded and pleaded with you not to move on from the room. But you just needed your space at that time to continue your writing and everything, so that’s why you moved out. But I really, really miss sharing the room with you and especially bearing a child with you,” he said, hugging me.I hugged him back, feeling a surge of mixed emotions. He was so warm and gentle, but I knew he was hiding something from me.“Please, don’t make this harder than it already is,” I whispered, and he let out a hearty laugh.“What is hard about this though? That I want to spend every minute with my wife?” He said and I smiled at him. He had such a charming smile.“I need some time to think,” I said and he sighed.“No no, my love. You need some time to rest,” he said and I hugged him back. “Of course,” I whispered. He was so peaceful. I was enjoying this version of him already.“You can have all the time you need to think, my love. I k
I woke up to the sound of the door opening. I opened my eyes and saw him walking in with a bag of groceries. He smiled when he saw me awake.“Hey, you’re up. How are you feeling?” He asked, putting the bag on the table.“I’m feeling better, thanks to you,” I lied, sitting up on the bed.He came over to me and kissed my forehead. “I’m glad to hear that. I got everything we need for your soup. Do you want to help me make it?” He asked, holding my hand.“Sure, why not?” I said, getting out of the bed. I put on my slippers and followed him to the kitchen.He took out some vegetables, chicken, noodles, and spices from the bag. He washed them and chopped them. He put a pot of water on the stove and turned on the heat.“Here, you can add the salt and pepper,” he said, handing me a shaker.I took it and sprinkled some salt and pepper into the water. He smiled and thanked me.“You’re such a good helper,” he said, kissing my cheek.I forced a smile and pretended to enjoy his affection. I wondere
“Well, why didn’t you?” I asked with a concerned look on my face. I was actually surprised because it had been a long while since I had sexual intercourse with my husband so this development was very new. “It’s a problem we have been battling for a while now. I don’t know what the issue is. I have tried. It is why we have not had children yet,” he lied and I scorned at him. I knew the exact reason why we didn’t have any kids.Was this what he was going through in the hands of his mistresses? Poor thing.“Well, have we done anything about it? Have we gone to the doctor or something?” I asked and he shook his head. “Yes. They said there was nothing they could do but they did give me some tips to help,” he said and I looked at him inquisitively. “Which is?” I asked and he hesitated a while before telling me.“Well, the doctors says I have to be properly aroused before doing the act but I don’t know what is happening now,” he said and I would have felt really bad for except for the fact
As we arrived at the club, my husband and I walked in like the star prize. We immediately made heads turn because we looked exquisite.I especially felt really sexy in the dress I wore. “Baby, they’re staring,” I said, a little bit nervous but he only held on to me tighter.“They cannot stand your beauty,” he whispered into my ear while I smiled.I scanned the crowd for Henry. I spotted him at the bar, looking handsome and confident. He smiled when he saw me and waved me over. I felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. “That one. He looks like a big fish,” I said to my husband pointing toward Henry. “Ah yes, he is indeed. He’s the owner of this place,” he said and I nodded. “Wow, Impressive,” I smiled and he nodded. “We could go meet him if you want,” he said and I nodded. “Of course, what other better thing than getting acquainted with the richer and more famous?” I said, giggling while he laughed with me. We soon got close to where Henry stood and my heart rate increased. He
“What do you mean, my baby Jane?” Henry said to me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He looked at me like I was some kind of crazy woman, and I felt a pang of embarrassment. But I meant what I said. Unless my gym instructor had lied to me, but I was sure that he was telling the truth.“They need children, Henry. They need children.” I repeated, lowering my voice. I knew about the childlessness of his wife, Bianca, and him. And I was offering myself as a surrogate to help them solve this problem. But I needed something in return. “Look, Henry, I know about your situation, and I’m willing to help you out. But I need a favor from you too.” I said, and he frowned at me, his expression hardening.“How did you know that, Jane? Have you been spying on us? That’s not very nice.” Henry asked, his voice rising with every question. He was shocked and furious, but he tried to hide it by taking a sip of his beer. He was stuffing his fat belly with the drink, as if it could drown his troubles.“Oh, don
“Does this mean we can’t see as usual?” He asked lowering his voice. “What do you mean Landry?” I asked, pretending not to know exactly what he meant. He looked at me with a mix of frustration and longing. He knew I was pretending, but he didn't want to push me too hard. He wanted to respect my boundaries, even if they hurt him. "I mean, you know what I mean, Jane. We've been seeing each other for months now, and I thought we had something special. But ever since your whole memory loss thing, you've been avoiding me. You barely answer my calls, you cancel our plans, you act like we're strangers in public. How long can we keep this up?" He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I love you, Jane. I don't care what your husband thinks. He can't control your life. You're a Stone, a descendant and successor of the Stone’s family empire. Why can't you just tell him the truth?"I shook my head and clenched my fists. “No, I can’t just tell him the truth. Landry, don’t you get it?” “Th
“Good morning, baby,” I greeted him warmly as I walked into his room carrying a tray of delicious breakfast. He looked up at me, yawning and stretching on his bed. He rubbed his eyes a little bit before focusing on me and the food. “Oh wow, good morning, darling,” he replied, his voice still groggy from sleep.He started feeling his sheets nervously, as if he was afraid of what he might find underneath. He glanced at me with a puzzled expression and asked, “Baby, did you bring me here?” He sounded unsure and confused. I looked at him with a reassuring smile and said, “Yes, of course. You were so intoxicated last night that I had to take you home.”“Oh, wow,” he muttered, looking around the room as if he didn’t recognize it. He ran his fingers through his hair while I set the tray on his bedside table. I leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. “Don’t worry, you are fine, OK? Remember that I’m your wife and I took very good care of you. You were just too drunk to drive or to remember a