Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 07

Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 07

Rowan and I entered a cold war. 

Or rather, it was a cold war I’d decided existed on my own. 

We still slept in the same bed, under the same covers. He 

still made me breakfast. Same as before. 

And same as before, he stopped trying to get close to me. 

Treated me with polite distance. 

The problem was with my own head. 

I wanted an alien to give me something he didn’t “have.” 

Weekdays gave us less time together. I could manage that. 

But come the weekend, I left a quick “Won’t be home for a 

couple days” and ran. Hid out at Freya’s place. 

I told Freya that Rowan was the OP. 

She gawked. 

“So that day he was copying me? No wonder he suddenly 

pivoted to telling deadpan dad jokes. 

“Wait… does that make me the so–called fling he’d only seen 

once? That bastard alien didn’t label my gender and left me 

taking the heat!” 

“Aliens probably don’t have much concept of gender.” 

I lay flat on my back on the bed and clicked into the old 

post. Refreshed it. Refreshed again. 

No updates. 

Freya smacked her lips. “But why’d you run over here? Just 

because he didn’t say he loves you? Everyone in that thread 

can see it. That man is stupid in love with you.” 

I stayed quiet for a moment, then sighed. “Just call it a 

flare–up of my melodrama. You know how it is. People get 

greedy.” 

“Poor alien bro, though. He’s probably at home right now 

with ‘insufficient cardiac output and total respiratory organ 

failure.“” 

Freya stifled a grin. 

“I don’t see any new posts, do you? So clearly he’s fine.” 

“Oh, so do you want him to be suffering, or not?” 

“…I want to sleep.” 

I didn’t know. I dodged the question. 

Seeing my miserable face, Freya was delighted. “See? The 

second you get a hard question, you go quiet again.” 

Rowan never updated the post. 

Out of pure spite, I stayed at Freya’s another week. I only 

ducked home to grab a few changes of clothes. 

Passed Rowan like ships in the night. 

It rained last night. I felt the damp, cold air drifting through 

the window and thought- 

Was I being too cruel to an alien being? 

He didn’t even know what “love” was, and here I was 

demanding he admit he loved me. 

A petty drama queen making mountains out of molehills. 

Freya crashed into my thoughts with a bang. 

“Audrey! Audrey Scott! Get over here! Your alien updated!” 

Before I could answer, she’d already launched herself at me. 

She shoved the post in my face. 

[Apologies. There were no updates because my morph malfunctioned.] 

[Two weeks ago, I kissed my wife. A meaningless biological act. It robbed me of all cognitive function. I only wanted to keep going.] 

[This was far more terrifying than my wife’s scent.] 

[But my wife rejected the second kiss. She asked if I loved her. I could not answer. She said this is something only people in love do. That we are merely a married couple. But she promised she would not divorce me.] 

[In theory, I should be satisfied with this.] 

[In reality, after my wife moved out, my body has spun further and further out of control. Stranger than every previous instance combined. My heartbeat, my breathing, my brain, my limbs.] 

[My morph’s nutrient intake has dropped. I cannot complete work accurately. Excess fluids leak from my eyes late at night. I can feel my wife’s scent fading.] 

[My wife said she would not leave me, but she is staying with someone else. Is this acceptable? Can I demand she return to me on these grounds?] 

[If a marriage contract does not allow kissing, can I demand my wife belong only to me?] 

After two weeks of silence, Rowan had posted many entries at once. 

The commenters went off: 

[Wait, so this means the wife asked if the OP liked her after 

the kiss, OP said nope nope nope, and then the wife 

promised she wouldn’t divorce him and bounced?] 

[Kinda feels like the wife actually has feelings for the OP. She just got hurt by his coldness.] 

[Uh, brother above me, the problem is she moved into the “other guy’s” place. If she really liked him, why would she be two–timing?] 

[Everyone’s being rational. I’m just here for the shattered OP. 

Can’t eat, can’t sleep, crying through the night. Dude’s out here saying “belong only to me” and still thinks he’s a cold, emotionless alien!]