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My Cold Husband Depression and Remorse
He couldn’t shake the feeling, couldn’t silence the voice in the back of his mind screaming that Zared wasn’t gone. Zared was sharp, calculating, a man who wouldn’t fall so easily. But Aaron had no proof, no real reason to believe it-only a gnawing instinct buried deep in his chest. "He’s alive," the thought whispered again. But Aaron forced the thought away, shaking his head slightly before turning his attention back to Lily. She was still sitting there, small and fragile in the dim light, and he realized she needed comfort more than he needed answers to the questions clawing at his mind. “Hey,” he said softly, nudging her knee with his. “How about some hot chocolate? It won’t fix everything, but it might make this night feel a little less heavy.” Lily looked up at him, a ghost of a smile flickering across her lips for the first time that night. “Sure, thanks.” Aaron stood, his movements careful as if not to disturb the fragile calm that had settled between them. A few
Last Updated : 2024-12-22My Cold Husband Threads of Midnight
There she was-sitting on the floor by the window, knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them. Her caramel hair was unkempt, strands falling over her pale face. The moonlight washed over her frail figure, making her look even smaller, more fragile. “Lily…” Aaron’s voice was soft, cautious. She didn’t move, didn’t look at him. He stepped inside, his chest aching at the sight of her. Slowly, he lowered himself to sit beside her on the floor, his shoulder barely brushing hers. His heart ached, ached that the man who had caused her nothing but pain is still continuing to do it even after his death and Aaron couldn't do anything about it. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, staring out at the same moonlit view she seemed fixated on. “But I’m here. I’ll always be here. I just want you to know." For a moment, it seemed like she might respond, her lips parting slightly, but then she closed them again, her gaze dropping to her knees, it made Aaron tak
Last Updated : 2024-12-22My Cold Husband An Unconscious Step
“Lily… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make this harder for you. But please, just… don’t shut me out. Don’t shut us out.” For a long moment, Lily said nothing. Her gaze was far away, lost in a sea of emotions once again, too tangled for her to process. But then, slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward, her forehead pressing against Aaron’s shoulder. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling and fragile. “I’m so tired, Aaron. I don’t know how to stop feeling this way.” Aaron’s arms wrapped around her carefully, pulling her into a gentle embrace. “You don’t have to figure it out alone, Lily. We’ll take it one step at a time. I’ll be right here, every step of the way. Don't worry." He once again had the urge to call her 'love'. But he couldn't. For the first time in weeks, Lily let herself lean into him fully, her frail body trembling against his as silent tears soaked into his shirt. And Aaron held her-held her like she was something fragile and precious, something he would nev
Last Updated : 2024-12-23My Cold Husband Break In
The person who still won't let go, but everything felt heavy-her limbs, her head, even her eyelids. The edges of her sight turned black, her body giving in to the weight of exhaustion, fear, and something she couldn’t quite name. And then: nothing.Lily’s eyelids fluttered open and her gaze unfocused as the dim light of her bedroom filtered through her vision. The soft weight of her blanket was tucked snugly around her. Her caramel hair splayed across the pillow, strands sticking to her damp forehead. For a moment, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. How did I get here? She turned her head slightly, glancing around the room. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in the muted glow of what seemed to be the street light? The house was unnervingly quiet-no faint hum of Clara’s cooking in the kitchen, no muffled voice of Aaron speaking on the phone in the hallway. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, her head throbbi
Last Updated : 2024-12-23My Cold Husband Protection Failed
Aaron and Clara's faces were etched with helplessness. Lily took a shaky breath, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And then… then there was the car. I stepped forward… I thought if I just let it happen, the pain would stop-""You what?!" Aaron's voice rised without control. His voice was like a heavy metal bottle dropping in the pin drop silence of a class, making Lily and Clara, both of them flinch. "What were you thinking Lily? Huh? That you will leave just like Zared did, give in and leave us alone? Are you even listening to yourself right now?" "Aaron." Clara's soft voice indicated warning, "She's not in the stat-""Are you even aware of what she is saying right now? something must've happened to her, we wouldnt be here like this if she-""I'm sorry, for...causing the both of you to panic. But nothing happenned… someone pulled me back. I felt hands grabbing me, strong hands, pulling me out of the way. But I never saw their face. Everything went black after that, and when I woke
Last Updated : 2024-12-23My Cold Husband Bodyguard ?
The call connected, and without waiting for a greeting, Aaron exploded, his voice low but venomous. “Do none of you know how to do your damn jobs? Why does Dad even keep people like you around? Where the hell were you when Lily was nearly kidnapped-and worse, almost died?!” The person on the other end stammered out weak excuses-something about losing sight of her, unexpected circumstances, and other pitiful justifications that only fueled Aaron’s growing anger more and more. “I don’t want to hear your excuses!” Aaron roared, his voice trembling with rage. His knuckles turned white around the phone, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. “You had one job! One damn job-to keep her safe. And you failed! Do you understand that? She could have died because of your incompetence. Do you even realize how close she was to-” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply as if trying to rein in his fury, but failing miserably. “You’re done. You’re fired. And you make sure you never show your face to m
Last Updated : 2024-12-24My Cold Husband Chilled Hearts
"No-no, I just..." Aaron sighed in defeat "I had hired another bodyguard, but they failed to protect you, it was my fault and I'm sorry, about not being able to protect you as well as not telling you about this." Lily's mind was too occupied to register this, maybe it hadn't hit her that she was being followed all along or maybe she really didn't mind it since Aaron wouldn't do anything to hurt her. "I understand your concern, Aaron, but you should've at least told me." "I know, I know and I'm sorry. I promise nothing like this will ever happen again without your consent." He hesitated, taking a deep breath before adding, "And Lily… it’s not just about what happened tonight. It’s about what we don’t know. We don’t know who this person was who brought you home. We don’t know if they meant harm or if they’ll come back. That’s what scares me the most. I can’t leave you to the unknown." The room fell silent again, the weight of his words hanging in the air. After a long pause, L
Last Updated : 2024-12-25My Cold Husband By The Fireplace
The storm had been relentless for hours, casting an oppressive atmosphere over the house. Rain drummed against the windows, streaking down the glass in chaotic patterns. Inside, the fire crackled weakly in the chimney fireplace, but its warmth felt distant compared to the icy knot in Lily’s stomach. She sat curled in the deep armchair, a blanket draped over her shoulders and a half-empty cup of coffee growing cold in her trembling hands. Her eyes were fixed on the flickering flames, but her mind was far away-trapped in a loop of memories she couldn’t silence. Zared. His name echoed in her thoughts like a haunting melody she couldn’t turn off. The sharpness in his eyes that day, the way he had looked at her as though she were both his strength and his weakness, like he would do anything to bring her back. His presence was etched into her memory, tangled with fear, confusion, and something she couldn’t quite name. Behind her, the faint creak of the door stirred her from her
Last Updated : 2024-12-25
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My Cold Husband Unspoken Truths
"I can forgive you, I guess. People have done worse than this." She admitted. "Did he do anything to you? What did he come for?" Lily's eyes narrowed. "I’ve had...Damian keeping an eye on you ever since he revealed himself to you...." Aaron admitted, "I didn’t want you to be blindsided by him.” For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be angry or grateful. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice quiet. “Because I didn’t want to scare you,” he said honestly. “I wanted to make sure you were safe, but I also wanted to respect your space. I wasn’t sure if hearing it from me would help or just...make things worse.” Her emotions overwhelmed her, and before she could stop herself, tears welled up in her eyes. Aaron, without hesitation, reached across the table and took her hand. “It’s okay,” he said softly. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.” For the first time in what felt like forever, Lily let herself break. She leaned across the table, and Aaron
My Cold Husband Night Of Realisations
Lily was sitting in her living room, her mind a whirlwind of the confrontation with Zared and Aaron stepping in, having her back-as always. After all that happened, she wondered if her pushing Zared off was selfish of her. While Lily had grown more mature these years, she had also become cold and made sure to keep herself first at any cost-but this Lily...it was the old Lily...who wanted to think that she was wrong for mistreating Zared-maybe her was disturbed, what could have possibly been the reason for him to fake his death-how big the problem must've been? A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Frowning, she checked the time-it was late, far too late for visitors. Cautiously, she approached the door and looked through the peephole. It was Zared. Her breath caught, and her hand instinctively tightened on the doorknob. Part of her wanted to ignore him, but the other part-the one still grappling with the guilt of his supposed death-compelled her to open the
My Cold Husband Shielded From Him
Lily sat across from Clara in her cozy apartment after the massive shock she had, the glow of the city lights filtered through the windows. Clara had invited her over for an evening of conversation, sensing something was weighing heavily on her friend. As Lily sipped her tea, her fingers fidgeted with the rim of the cup. “Clara,” she began hesitantly, “something happened yesterday.” Clara raised an eyebrow. “What is it?" Taking a deep breath, Lily placed the cup down and looked Clara in the eye. “Zared is alive.” Clara froze, the mug in her hands suspended mid-air. “What?” “He came to my office. I didn’t recognize him at first, but it was him, Clara. He’s alive, and he... he apologized for everything.” Clara placed her cup down, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion. “Zared? As in Zared Williams?The same man who k*lled himself? How is that even possible?” Lily shook her head, her voice shaky. “I don’t know. He said it was complicated and that he was tryin
My Cold Husband Back From The Dead
Lily sat at her desk in her company, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. The day had been long and draining, but there was still a stack of work to get through. She sighed, rubbing her temples, when a soft knock interrupted her thoughts. “Come in,” she called not lifting her head up. The door opened and closed behind. “Do you need anything, ma'am?” "No, thanks." "Would you like some coffee?" "No, you can go." Lily said, her tone cold as her eyes remained on the screen. “Some tea?" he asked Her brows furrowed but her eyes remained on her paperwork. "I dont need anything, leave before I fire you." There was a pause, but the person in front of her didn’t leave. Instead, he took a step closer. “Are you sure? I can fetch you tea, coffee... water, maybe?” Lily looked up briefly, irritation flickering across her face, though she still didn’t focus on him entirely. “No, thank you. And I think you should go.” But the man didn’t move. “How about I help you
My Cold Husband Fragile Connections
It had been two weeks since the gala, and life had settled back into its usual rhythm for Lily; or at least, that’s what she told herself over the weeks. The days were packed with meetings, client calls, and deadlines, leaving her little time to dwell on anything else. But no matter how busy she was, Aaron’s presence lingered in the back of her mind like a stubborn shadow. She hadn’t expected to see him again so soon, and certainly not like that-standing across a room, looking at her with a mix of longing and regret. Lily shook her head as she sat at her desk, trying to push the memory aside. He doesn’t matter anymore, she reminded herself. You’ve moved on. Your life is yours now. But the truth was harder to face. A part of her was still drawn to him, to the man who had once made her feel like the center of his universe. Later that evening at her apartment, as she stepped into the kitchen, her phone buzzed on the counter. She picked it up to see Clara’s name flashing on
My Cold Husband Unforgivable Memories
Aaron was already making his way toward her, his steps purposeful but hesitant. “Do you want me to distract him?” Clara asked, noticing. “No,” Lily said, surprising even herself. “I’ll handle it.” When he finally reached her, he stopped just short of invading her space. “Lily,” he said, his voice a mix of relief and uncertainty. “Aaron,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral. Clara took that as her cue to slip away, leaving them alone. “You look...” Aaron trailed off, his gaze softening. “You look beautiful.” “Thank you,” Lily said, her walls firmly in place. There was an awkward silence before Aaron spoke again. “How have you been?” “Busy,” Lily said simply. “You?” "Same. Busy." He said, his eyes boring into her's. Aaron Knight had never been one to doubt himself. His confidence, honed over years of navigating ruthless boardrooms and mastering impossible deals, was unshakable. But now, sitting in his empty penthouse with the city lights stretching endlessly b
My Cold Husband 4 Years Later...
The 4 years that followed were a whirlwind of success for Lily. As the founder and CEO of her own fashion brand, she had become a name synonymous with innovation and elegance. Her designs graced international runways, and her name carried weight in the business world. She was confident, composed, and exactly where she wanted to be. It was a crisp evening in the city, and Lily sat in her office overlooking the bustling streets below. She tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook, her mind wandering. A knock at the door broke her thoughts. Clara walked in, looking radiant as ever in a sleek jumpsuit. “Your PR team says you need to approve the final list for the charity gala tomorrow,” she said, placing a folder on Lily’s desk. Lily smirked. “You didn’t need to bring this yourself. What’s the real reason you’re here?” Clara feigned an offended look. “What, I can’t check on my dear friend? Fine, maybe I just needed a break from my office. Paperwork is soul-sucking.”
My Cold Husband The Hollowing
The penthouse felt lifeless. Every step Aaron took echoed through the empty rooms, each sound reminding him of what he’d lost. He couldn’t stop himself from wandering to Lily’s favorite spots-the kitchen where she used to hum softly while brewing tea, the couch where they would argue about what to watch, her corner of the bedroom where her books were still stacked neatly, her pink and white bedroom-the one she always dreamed about. He stood by the window where Lily once leaned against his chest, watching the city lights together happily. Now, those same lights felt distant and cold. On the coffee table lay a scarf she’d left behind, forgotten in the rush of her departure. Aaron’s hand trembled as he picked it up, the soft fabric bringing back the faintest trace of her perfume. He closed his eyes, clutching it tightly as if it could somehow bring her back. Aaron couldn’t shake the memory of her face when she left, her tear filled eyes, the hurt in her voice as she said goodbye.
My Cold Husband Shattered Remnants
The penthouse felt cavernous in her absence. Lily’s steps echoed faintly against the polished floors as she carried a small bag down the hall. She had packed only the essentials-clothes, documents, and her favorite book-a conscious decision not to look back. The thought of leaving the home they'd shared stung, but staying felt like drowning. Her mind replayed the scene in Aaron’s study, the damning photographs and the file with her name etched at the top. Every piece of information about her, laid bare-her family, her childhood, her fears. She’d trusted him, and in return, he had dissected her life like a puzzle to control. As she neared the door, the faint scent of his cologne lingered, and her grip on the bag tightened. This was the only goodbye she could give. Aaron had been out since the incident-a small mercy-but as Lily turned the handle, she heard the elevator hum to life. Her heart plummeted. The doors slid open, and Aaron stepped out, his suit slightly dishevel
