Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 08

Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 08

“Damn it, I am not being the other guy! I’m clearing my name!” 

Freya huffed and started typing. 

[Has anyone considered the person OP mentioned might be a girl? Girls kiss and hug each other. That’s totally normal.] 

The comment dropped like a bomb. The commenters instantly erupted, all agreeing this was absolutely something the OP would get wrong. 

But no matter how much they @ the OP, he didn’t respond. 

“What, nothing to say? You always choke at the critical moment. Come save my reputation!” 

Freya puffed out her cheeks and kept backing out and re–entering the thread. 

After a long silence, I let out a sigh and started my self–reflection. 

“Tell me… should I just go home? At the end of the day, I can’t force him to say something he doesn’t agree with. It’s kind of bullying a man… no, bullying an alien being. 

“An alien being doesn’t even understand this stuff. And there he is, throwing error after error and having no clue why…” 

The words barely left my mouth when a notification chimed. 

The post updated. 

[Apologies. My morph has been very weak. I got caught in the rain while visiting my wife. Fever returned. I took medication for this and slept briefly.] 

[This state has persisted for two days. I treated myself the way my wife would. The temperature dropped, but my 

emotional state has not normalized. It feels like a specific 

substance is missing.] 

[I suspect it may be connected to my wife’s scent. I need my 

wife.] 

[My wife’s friend is female. Does this matter? What is the difference between females and males? Are females prioritized over males? Is that why my wife chose her?] 

[If that is the case, would it work if I found a way to morph into a female? Would my wife prioritize me then?] 

[I think simply not separating is not enough. I need my wife’s 

scent, her embrace. I need her kisses.] 

[I need my wife.] 

The commenters couldn’t take it anymore. They actually got 

serious. 

[You should’ve said she was a girl, bro. Girls being girls means they’re best friends, got it? Friends and husbands don’t conflict. Same actions, different meanings.] 

[Your wife definitely heard you say you didn’t love her, got 

hurt, and moved out to cool off.] 

[“Need” this, “need” that. You just need your wife’s love. If 

she comes home but doesn’t love you, you’ll be right back 

here crying.] 

[The missing substance is love. You hear that, OP? What you 

want is your wife’s love.] 

I shot to my feet. 

Just as I opened my mouth, Freya pressed her index finger to 

her lips and smiled brightly. 

“Go home. I get it.” 

Rowan never expected me to come back. 

He stared at me, stunned, my clothes clutched in his arms. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. 

He was probably thinking, if he said this “love” the comments mentioned, would his wife be willing to stay. 

Even if he didn’t understand the thing itself. 

I walked up to him and, just like last time, reached out to check his temperature. 

No heat. Must’ve recovered after another night’s sleep. 

“Still feel bad?” I asked. 

Rowan gave a tiny shake of his head, then nodded. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed, opened the soup I’d 

picked up on the way, and scooped out a spoonful. Blew on it. Lifted it to his lips. 

Rowan ate it silently. He kept looking like he wanted to speak. 

It wasn’t until the soup was gone that he asked, very quietly, “Will you leave?” 

My hands paused over the takeout container. 

“I won’t. We’re married.” 

Rowan’s expression twisted, almost imperceptibly. 

Lost in thought, he heard me move to throw away the trash. Like a startled bird, he grabbed me and reached a 

conclusion. 

“Not enough.” 

“What?” 

I didn’t catch it. I looked down and met his eyes. 

Rowan’s brow was furrowed. He spoke stiffly, every word 

deliberate. 

“I don’t just want to be married to you, Audrey. 

“When you’re not here, three meals a day are just pointless nutrients. I stopped entering the kitchen entirely. As your scent faded, I lost the ability to function. All I could do was 

think about you. 

“I need you to run my life. Without you, it collapses.” 

I’d read words like these in that post many times. 

But hearing Rowan say them himself–it hit harder than “I 

love you” ever could. 

Audrey Scott, looks like you’ve fallen hard for this alien being. 

I gave a helpless little smile and answered, “I understand. I’m just throwing away the trash.” 

“Really? You understand?” 

Rowan hesitated. “Not just not separating. Belonging only to me, is that okay? Embracing, can we do that too? Not like before. Different from how you are with your friends. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“But why? You clearly said before…” 

I cut off Rowan’s rambling and smiled. 

“Because I love you. So we’re not that kind of marriage.” 

“Love?” 

Rowan looked even more confused. “…Then is kissing allowed 

too?” 

“Of course.“