067 Husband Novels & Stories

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!”

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

“You want a divorce from me?” His eyes darkened as he stared at me.“No, darling,” he said quietly. “We’re in this together.” “There is no we,” I said, glaring at him. “Oh, there definitely is,” he replied calmly. “Or did you forget about the contract?” My heart skipped. “What contract?” “The one that clearly says we can’t divorce each other until six years of marriage,” he grinned widely. “And we’re only in the third year.” I slowly shook my head. “That’s a lie.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"

I retorted. “As long as you’re not a man, it’s all good with me,” he replied. “Well, actually, I am!” I teased. He started laughing and mocked, “Really?” “Yes, in fact, before the surgery, my dick was bigger than yours!” I replied, laughing. He turned serious. “You must really be Daon’s woman. You two are just alike!” he commented. I was out of breath from laughing at his expression. “Yes, we are the perfect couple, which is why we got married,” I replied.

But my husband doesn't have a girlfriend. “Jace of course. Jace Williams has a girlfriend!" She replied and i felt the whole blood in me dried up that instant