My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 10

My Arranged Marriage Husband Was A Beast In Disguise Chapter 10

Arthur had been on edge for weeks. It got worse after he saw Valerie Thorne out shopping with three guys who looked like they’d stepped out of a cologne ad. 

The insecurity was eating him alive. He had to do something 

about it. 

He’d heard relationships took work. That you had to… keep things interesting. 

So he did research. Late at night, headphones in, looking up things he’d never searched before. Lord have mercy. 

The things people did to each other. He had to study this. For 

science. 

And those outfits? He needed to buy some. For research 

purposes. 

Too bad Valerie wanted nothing to do with any of it. 

Arthur was miserable. Some nights he looked down at himself 

and felt something dangerously close to shame. 

Why? Why couldn’t his body just behave? 

Why did his mind go straight there every time he saw her, every time they accidentally touched… 

Arthur glared down. 

“Useless.” 

But even after the sting faded, he still missed her. 

He told himself it was enough. As long as she stayed, he 

couldn’t ask for anything more. 

She was already putting up with him. More than he deserved. 

He had no right to want more. 

It wasn’t her fault. It was his stupid body. 

Then he met someone at the birthday party. A woman who 

introduced herself as Ms. Hayes. 

She knew fashion. She knew Valerie. She seemed like an 

answer to a prayer. 

To Arthur, she might as well have been heaven–sent. 

He paid her fee without blinking and let her rebuild him from 

the ground up – into someone Valerie might actually want to 

look at. 

He was desperate. Simple as that. 

Valerie never wanted to be home anymore. And Arthur knew 

why – those slick guys out there were pulling her away from 

him. 

They knew exactly what they were doing. Professionals. 

The pressure was crushing him. 

He had nightmares. Every one of them ended the same way — 

Valerie leaving, and him not being fast enough to stop her. 

He knew he was a pushover. But some things a man had to fight for. 

He thought about it long and hard. 

If some slick bastard tried to take his wife, Arthur would 

remind them exactly who her husband was. 

He’d fight for her. He’d finally man up. 

He had to.