Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

MUTUAL TRUST

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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Frey walked slowly to go to the side of the empty bed next to Yara. He did not want his movements to disturb his wife's sleep. Carefully he climbed onto the bed and tilted his body to face Yara.

"Dear."

"Hmm?" Frey raised his eyebrows. Yara hasn't slept? he was very careful not to wake his wife.

"Help me" asked Yara with her eyes still closed.

Frey smiled gently and approached towards Yara. He stretched out his hand to embrace his wife. Frey rubbed his wife's back. Yara further squeezed her head under her husband's chin.

"I thought you were sleeping, baby."

Yara opened her eyes slowly. "I can't sleep if something's bothering me." Yara spoke half muttered.

Frey blinked slowly. "What do you think, until you can't sleep."

"Hmmm...." Yara just exhaled her breath. "Have you met your client yet?"

"It has. Everything went well as expected."

Yara smiled. He looked up at Frey. "Good."

Frey hugged back. Yara smiled and looked towards Frey. His smiling face turned into a serious thin smile. "You're not curious, what's troubling my mind?"

Frey kissed the top of his wife's head furiously. "Now I want to know what's bothering you?"

Yara lowered her gaze. He drew and exhaled his long breath. His face looks sad. He wanted to pick the right sentence to say to Frey.

"So I met my mother" Yara said with a sad face.

Frey frowned. Looking at his wife's sad face. "You met mom? Did he hurt you?"

Yara shakes. "No. He didn't hurt me." he told me a lie. She doesn't want Frey to hate her mother any more.

"Certainly? Did she put you on?"

"Hmm." Yara nodded weakly with pursed lips. "Your mother even threw a bottle of wine against the wall of the room when I said I wouldn't leave you."

Frey took a deep breath before speaking. "Victoria is like that. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

Yara leaned against the chest of Frey's field. His face looked serious there. Frey rubbed Yara's back while listening in silence. However, from her reaction, Yara knew Frey was listening well.

"There's one thing your mother said and up until now it's raging in my mind dear."

"What's that?"

"Do you know why Frey hasn't allowed you to meet your family so far?" Yara imitates Victoria's words.

Frey's face suddenly changed. "Did Victoria say that?"

"Yes. Your mother seemed to know something about my family. Is there something I don't know?" Yara stared back at Frey with a gaze asking for an explanation.

"Don't think too much about what Victoria said."

"Is there really nothing going on with my parents, baby?"

Frey took a deep breath and looked at Yara. "Nothing happened to them."

Yara nodded her head. "I also hope they're okay. But why can't I meet them until now?" Yara's eyes glazed over. "Even I can't contact them dear."

"Sweet you have to trust me. When the time comes, we'll meet them. I promised you that." Frey tries to convince Yara. He did not want to see his wife cry.

"alright. I will wait patiently. Like you said. I'll believe you."

Frey confirmed a long breath, then pulled one of his hands over his head. Increase the bearing height behind the nape and arms. Frey's other hand rubbed Yara's hair. Trying to calm him down through his touch. He took a short breath and continued his explanation. "I hope you keep believing in me, baby. Never listen to Victoria. He can do anything to keep us apart."

Frey was silent for a moment and took a deep breath and looked at his wife. "You know, why am I delaying meeting them so far? I once threatened your father and said I wanted to make you suffer. So, I want to prove to them that you live happily with me. Trust me, baby."

Yara's eyes were back in tears. Clear water dripped down the corner of his eyes. Frey felt that. "Dear you were crying?"

"Our meeting was originally just a debt redeemer and now everything is different. And I can feel the sincerity from you, baby. I'm happy living with you." Yara's shoulders started shaking.

When he heard his wife's words. Frey took a deep breath through his slightly open mouth. He was getting more guilty of Yara. Frey leaned over and hugged his wife. He said nothing just letting his wife cry.

Yara shed tears and drowned her face into Frey's chest. Maybe he should be more patient. Waiting until the time comes.

"Don't cry anymore, baby. I look bad if I let my wife cry like this." Frey rubbed Yara's back gently again.

Frey looked towards Yara. He pulled the nape of his wife and kissed her warmly.

Yara looked up at her smiling husband there. He rubbed the remains of his tears that were still collecting on his eyelids.

"Darling?"

Yara held Frey's cheek with one of her hands "I'm sorry." Yara lowered her gaze. She felt guilty for not trusting her husband.

Frey frowned. "I'm sorry? what's for?"

"I was angry and angry with you." Yara's lips curled forward while playing the buttons of Frey's shirt.

Frey smiled warmly. "I understand. You must be confused as to who you're gonna trust between me and Victoria."

"Sorry." Yara's lips were moving forward.

"Hm. It's up to Victoria to judge what you look like, which I obviously love you more than my life."

Yara smiled and looked at Frey. Frey smiled back. "Therefore your forgiveness is accepted but punishment is always there."

"Huh?" Yara looks up. "Punishment?"

"Yes. You get the punishment for being prejudiced against your husband."

"Huh? that's not fair."

Frey chuckles. "You still have to get punished."

"No. I don't want to." whine Yara. He rested his face against Frey's chest. He's still crying. Pulling his nose fluid.

"If you don't want to get punished. Don't cry anymore. Don't think about things that make you dizzy. Youunderstand?" Frey rubbed Yara's back again fondly.

"I promise I won't think about it again."

"Now sleep. Tomorrow you'll feel better."

"You're so wise, dear." Yara smiled as she moved her lips.

Frey kissed his wife's lips. "You just found out?"

Yara chuckles. "I love you, Frey."

"Don't call Frey again."

Yara laughed when she heard that. "I love you dear."

Frey smiled, kissing the top of Yara's head. "I love you too, baby."

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At about six in the morning less, orange dawn filled the sky. The color is almost the same as the twilight shade when the sun goes down, the appearance of the morning dawn welcomes life. The golden orange color is very beautiful combined with the dark sky and white clouds towering in the sky.

Yara felt very grateful to still be able to feel the dawn of the morning and welcome the sunrise and ready to live long days. Now the atmosphere is different. Now Yara is happy with the man she loves.

Yara smiled warmly, she still felt the warm embrace of Frey. Yara closed her eyes again, breathing out of Frey so deeply touched her cheek. A smile began to fall on his lips. He was completely washed away enjoying the smell of the body of the man who always made him drunk on love. Plus the atmosphere really sprinkles a pleasant romantic energy.

A warm nap makes them sleep. That night, Frey kept making her smile. Frey would not stop singing songs for her. Yara smiled back.

They still lie comfortably on a soft mattress. Their sleeping position is slanted. Frey clutches her tiny body from behind. Give each other warmth until the morning turns.

Ting!

One message went to Yara's phone. He could see the light suddenly blazing from his phone. Yara moves, trying to escape from Frey's arms to pick up her phone.

But then he moved, Frey's hand pulled him deeper and hugged him even tighter.

"Where are you, baby?" Frey muttered there.

"You're not going to the office? James last night called you and said Mr. Johan wanted to see you before he left." Yara touched Frey's hand gently.

"Ehhmm, in a moment. I'm still comfortable like this."

Yara turned her body looking at Frey fixedly. He touched Frey's cheek, as if enjoying a scene he didn't want to miss. I don't know why this morning, it was different. She admired her husband so much. Even though he was asleep he looked very handsome.

"Be ready, baby." Persuade Yara.

"I'm still sleepy."

"OKAY. Sleep first. I'm going to the kitchen to prepare your breakfast first."

Yara kissed Frey's lips briefly. He rushed down from the bed while carrying his phone out. While outside the room, Yara opens the message and.....

The deg!

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