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.

"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.

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.

He looked at her with obvious eyes that he hoped he wouldn't bother because he would be destroyed. "Is your husband Congressman Joh?" Esteban asked the woman indifferently. The woman frowned because Esteban asked, obviously. "Your husband likes to hook up with rich people because he has lost interest in a husband like you." Everyone was surprised to hear from Esteban. Aurora Chu got even more angry at what Esteban said, she couldn't believe that an ordinary person would say that to her. "Who are you? This woman is my husband's partner!" he shouted. Aling Helya approached Esteban and pulled him.

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

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."

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”