All Chapters of My Foreign Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I ignore the answer, and also the chills touching my spine, because the pale man returns from the back of the restaurant and serves us two dishes of Tortellini, in addition to filling our glasses and leaving the bottle at Hunter's request."I like people who feed me," I comment, sticking with a fork the appetizing stuffed dough.The smile that spontaneously grows on Hunter's face is beautiful."We have something in common, lady.”That and many other details, dear friend.I decide to focus on the food, almost gasping to the taste of the strong spices combined with the full-bodied wine. I feel like I have the attention of my companion during much of the meal, but I also ignore this fact."It seems that your friend wants to talk to me," I hear him sigh, and I look for Penelope around the salon. She is leaning against the bar, talking to a beautiful woman, even with her attention turned to us. Hunter drags his chair and leans on the cane. "Can you survive without my company, dear?”"Nothi

The silence that surrounds us is full of words that we do not have the courage to say."How do you intend to make your mother convince herself that your fiancé changed his number and voice? "He asks with caution."Buying a cell phone for you.”"What about my voice?”"Control your accent, now," I reply. "There's nothing different about your voice.”Suddenly, he slides to reach me, and, with one hand wrapping my face, keeps me still, just to touch my mouth in my ear."Are you sure, Suzy? "My nerves tremble with the power of his deep and slightly hoarse voice, adorned with a foreign and seductive accent. I squeeze my knees almost unconsciously."Maybe it's just a little different" "I do my best not to babble. "Try to speak faster and lower, it can serve.”Luckily, Candy Shop's dancing beats fill the silence loaded with unknown intentions, and Natalie appears in a video call on my cell phone screen."Well, that's ironic," says Hunter, observing. "What happened to the Americans who had Bab

My joints complain when I open the car door and stand on the damp sidewalk. Cutting cold runs through my body and I have to run down the cemented path in the garden to reach the door of the house. It is open, supported by carelessness, and I venture through the invasion of home. It is as small as I thought, and even less cozy than humanly can be considered habitable.The first room is divided between living room and kitchen, compact and devoid of colors or furniture. The small and narrow corridor leads to two single doors, and the last one is open, letting out small and brittle muffled sounds. I open the first door, and find a bathroom as empty as the rest of the house, but I enjoy what I have access to. I only continue my exploration when everything is in order with my bladder.I push the door ajar with the tip of my boot, cursing the aged wood for opening with a growing squeak. Hunter for what he is doing and raises the instrument in his hands, in a reflection of fright. It is a lar

"I'm not going to be part of this" swing, starting smoothly with the car. "Be there what that means.Hunter moans softly next to me, certainly trying to contain the red flow draining into his clothes. Compared to the man who was left thrown in his kitchen, his condition is even more deplorable.“It’s fair.”"You didn't understand, comrade "despite the softness in my voice, I'm cold. "I meant that I'm not going to marry a criminal.”He gives me a sharp look."You mean I'm the criminal now, huh?”"Yes, you are. And I don't want to be an accomplice in the crimes you intend to commit after you get your legal stay.”"I've never killed anyone," he squeaks, his voice almost getting lost in the vacuum between us."Dying is not the only crime anyone can commit.”"I can tell you what...”“No! “Safe on the steering wheel with more force. "You won't tell me anything, because if anyone else finds out that I have a connection with a criminal, I'll have a death sentence declared. I'm not ready to di

The next night, it's past midnight when I get home. A laugh has just sounded around the apartment, and, dragging me inside with the weight of an exhaustive meeting on my back, I rethink if it was really a good idea to let Penelope have the copy of my key.My day was productive, but I could hardly think of much while filling me with paranoia related to what happened the previous morning.Convincing my mother that my fiancé was not called Dean was the most ridiculous role I've ever played. Letting Hunter treat her with intimacy and pretend to know about every damn detail about my family, was even worse. I couldn't look at him as I went to the clinic and left him there, in the care of Penelope. Much less did I manage to go home without removing myself as a consequence by letting my dark side take shape... I lost control for a single second, and it cost me a whole night of tears and nightmares.Now, after a hot and long bath, and deciding to be ready to deal with the happiness of others,