Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 03

Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 03

Rowan rested for a bit, then cleared the dishes away.

Thinking about how out of it he’d seemed, I put down my phone and followed him into the kitchen.

“If you don’t feel good, go rest. I’ll handle this.”

“No need.”

“It’s fine. Lie down a little longer. You’ll get better faster that way.”

I reached out to nudge him.

Rowan didn’t budge. Instead, my own foot slipped and I crashed straight into his chest.

“Why are you still wearing a belt at home? That hurt.”

I carefully straightened up and muttered quietly.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his breath growing heavier, and the hand holding the glass trembled slightly.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Worried, I lifted a hand to check his forehead, but he dodged it.

“Still not feeling great. I’m going to rest.”

“Hey—”

Rowan turned and walked off before I could get another word in.

All I could do was mutter, “Could’ve at least handed me the apron…”

I turned on the faucet and did the dishes.

When I finished, I cracked open the bedroom door and found Rowan with his eyes shut, breathing steady.

Asleep that fast. Guess he really wasn’t feeling well.

I tiptoed over, drew the curtains, and crouched beside the bed to check his temperature.

No fever at all. Probably just exhaustion.

My best friend Freya’s call came in right then.

Afraid I’d wake Rowan, I fumbled to hang up and crept out of the bedroom. I pulled the door shut before calling her back.

“Yo. Come out and hang. It’s been forever, and I’ve got some seriously juicy stuff to tell you.”

“Okay. I’ll head out soon.”

I kept my voice low.

Freya clicked her tongue. “Why are you whispering? Makes me feel like your dirty little secret.”

“Rowan just fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake him.”

“Oh. Fine.”

“Yeah, I’m coming now. Gotta go.”

Rowan and I never messed with each other’s social lives.

I jotted a quick note saying I wouldn’t be home for dinner and headed out to meet Freya.

The day’s itinerary—

Grab a quick bite for lunch, catch the movie she’d been dying to see, then finally snag that damn plush toy I’d been failing to claw up forever.

And close it all out with a fondue dinner.

Everything went smooth. Until the damn claw machine.

Still impossible.

It was a keychain plush, a little white bear with a cold expression, looked exactly like Rowan.

The machine didn’t seem to have any mercy payout system.

Last time I threw sixty dollars at it and got nothing. This time I was already forty in.

Freya couldn’t watch anymore. She took over with the tokens I had left.

On the last six tokens, she finally hooked the bear.

I smothered her in kisses.

She shoved my face away, grossed out. “You could buy this online for ten bucks. But no, you had to drop over a hundred here.”

“It’s different to win it yourself,” I mumbled, clipping the little bear to my bag.

Freya flopped down in the rest area and went full gossip mode. “Have you seen that ‘Alien Bro’ post? It’s hilarious.”

“I’ve seen it. That’s what you wanted to tell me about?”

“Right? Doesn’t he talk like a total robot? If aliens are all like him, I could totally invade their planet.”

Freya clicked into the post as she spoke. “Whoa. Updated again. Let’s see what’s up. Did the bro get cucked?”

I leaned in and draped myself over her shoulder to read with her.

[My wife tricked me into sleeping and went out to meet someone else. They held hands, embraced. My wife even kissed that person.]

[She has never done any of these things with me. What does this mean?]

The commenters were shook:

[What?! My wholesome romance just got hit with a cheating arc?!]

[Are you sure, OP? You might be misunderstanding.]

The OP replied:

[I saw it with my own eyes.]

[My wife was off today. She locked her phone every time I got close and kept pushing me to go to sleep.]

[After confirming I was asleep, she secretly took a call and left. But I wasn’t asleep. I followed her and witnessed everything.]

[I’ve only seen this person once, at our wedding. But they’ve known each other a long time. They seem to meet often.]

The commenters’ minds spiraled:

[Childhood sweetheart? Then what’s the OP got to fight with? There’s no way he wins this!]

[Childhood sweetheart versus destined soulmate? Childhood sweetheart versus marry-first-love-later?]

[If that’s the case, maybe OP should just bow out. He doesn’t ‘love’ his wife anyway, right? Lots of Earthlings out there. He can find one who isn’t scared of aliens.]

[No. I only want my wife.]

[Swapping mates is extremely complicated. I could be deported during the process. This is not a good proposal.]

[My humanoid morph is out of control. My hands are shaking. Fluid is leaking from my eyes. My body’s signal is to rush over and separate them. What does this mean?]

[Should I follow my morph’s instincts? How can I make my wife come back to me?]