067 Husband Novels & Stories

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

She nodded and said, "I know him. He is my husband." What? Husband?

"You don't have to undress. I'm not.." "I need you to see," I whispered. "So, you'll believe me." His jaw tightened. But slowly, reluctantly, he looked. I didn't flinch. He exhaled through his nose, then raked a hand through his hair. "Jesus Christ." "My name is… it doesn't matter," i said. "I've been married for about six years now. And this are the pure evidences of what marriage has been like. He did this to me." His voice was quiet now. "He? Your husband?"

My past with him flashed before my eyes, but in the end, the memories all merged and transformed into the image of Ethan's face. I shook my head firmly. "Jonathan, none of that matters to me anymore — not Henry, not Linda." I looked directly at him, and as he looked at me furiously, I took Ethan's hand, interlocking fingers. The diamond ring sparkled on my finger. "Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Ethan." Jonathan rushed forward like a madman, but Ethan kicked him away. Ethan and I had just returned from the hospital, and he carefully protected my belly. I smiled to reassure him.

I replied. He walked closer and put his arms around me from behind. "No matter how many times we eat the same thing for breakfast, your lovely hands keep making them taste unique." He said. "Fine fine Henry, I get it." I said with a shy smile. My husband's name is Henry. We had gotten married to each other six months ago. My husband has always be such a good person and had always shown me his love and care. I can't help but wonder how lucky I am to be his wife.

“I would also like to thank my husband, Steve, for standing by me and helping make this all work. Honey, please join me up here.” Dominic froze. Husband. Did she just say, husband? His ears rang. The room blurred. His heart felt like it had dropped straight to the floor. A tall man stepped onto the stage. Clean-cut. Polished. Confident. He walked to her side as he belonged there. Like he belonged to her. He placed a hand on the small of her back. Familiar. Intimate. Dominic’s jaw tightened so hard it hurt. Six years. Six years of searching.

That gap doesn’t shrink. @olívia_ He’s my husband! I like him just as he is, with his 30 years, gorgeous blue eyes, and Kiton suit. @isabelle_ Bet even his underwear’s designer. @rita_ Definitely. @olívia_ As soon as I see it, I’ll let you know, with pleasure. @isabelle_ You haven’t seen your husband’s underwear yet? @isabelle_ was removed from the group @olívia_ Poor thing! She’ll be back in a minute.

She finally mustered up the courage to look up at her cousin who just asked about her personal life and smiled, “it’s the truth. I haven’t seen my dear husband in six months” Six months was a bit of an understatement. Four years she’s been married to the number one business mogul in the world, four years and she could count the number of times spent with her dear husband Damien Castillo. Seeing the twinge of pity at the corner of her cousin’s eye she sighed deeply, “Come on Jeff. You know my matrimony isn’t the regular- “I don’t care Eva. You should leave him.” “I can’t” “Why??’. Raising his voice in disbelief.

CHARLOTTE'S POV Six months. It's been six months since I married Owen. Six months filled with laughter, pain, accidents, tears, hospital visits, but most of all… love. Sometimes, I still find it hard to believe that the 'irresponsible workaholic' I once knew is the same wonderful husband I now lay my head on. “Are you feeling okay, hubby?” I asked as I raised my head to look at him and he turned his head to look at me.

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."