Annoying Husbands Novels & Stories

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

“You have no idea how to respect your husband. I’m warning you.” I was sick and tired of the same mantra all the time. It was like a broken record. He wasn’t also my fucking husband. He was the most annoying man that I have ever been unfortunate to come across. I tried to make my move away from him, so I could escape his irritating presence, but his hand pulled me back, and didn’t let me go.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

“Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.” “You can’t do that,” I say. “Do what?” “Make me sound insane.” She snorts. “Then maybe stop saying insane things. Because what else would put that idea in your head?” “I’m losing focus in my marriage,” I snap. “I need to stay focused.” “You’re angry,” she says evenly. “And you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not your husband. I’m not your lover.” The words land hard. I swallow. “I’m sorry.”

"You remember what we discussed about this deal? Don't embarrass me tonight, Sophia. You're replaceable." The words hit like a physical slap. Three years of marriage, and he still talks to me like I'm an employee who might be terminated for poor performance. "Of course. I'll wear the navy Chanel and keep the conversation light." "Good." He checks his Rolex…the one his first wife bought him, though he claims not to remember that. "We can't afford any mistakes with this one." We. Like I'm actually a partner in his empire instead of window dressing with a marriage certificate.

"I'm having goosebumps just thinking that my five-year-old daughter has a romantic boyfriend." Avon and their mother-in-law, laughed. While, Hera's lips form into 'O' then nodded her head slowly, absorbing the information she heard. She understood it now. A sigh of relief escaped from Hera's mouth. "Whoa!" Hera uttered. "I get it," after that she chuckled softly while shaking her head. "And my husband looked stressed out like really stressed earlier." Hera laughed a little this time. The three women also laughed when they heard Hera's statement. "Let them be stressed out." Avon shrugged her shoulder off as if she would enjoy her husband's misery—well she will really. "As you can see, our hus

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

“Ah! You lunatic!” Charles’ eldest aunt shrieked. She snatched the nightgown off her husband’s head and slammed it onto the ground. She pointed up at the window and began to scream insults. “Where did this crazy woman come from? How shameless!” The courtyard descended into absolute chaos. Some men whistled while others pretended to cover their eyes while peeping through their fingers. The women hurried to shield their children’s eyes while cursing under their breath.

And now I was standing at the altar alone while my new husband descended the stairs without me, and the only thing keeping me from saying something extremely inappropriate in a house of God was the knowledge that the media had not been invited to the church portion of today’s events. Small mercies. Ian Lawson had just given me approximately hundred new reasons to hate him. I picked up my skirt. I walked down the stairs after him. And I promised myself, with the quiet certainty of someone who had been never been underestimated their entire life and had learned exactly what to do with that — that every single one of those hundred reasons would be addressed. In time. On my terms. He had no idea

[Man Produces Wedding Photo, Internet Discovers Bride Is Wearing A Motorcycle Helmet. I rubbed my forehead. The comments section had already descended into complete chaos. “WHAT IS GOING ON?” “Wasn’t Aiden Harrison her husband?” “Forget husband. At this point, Annalise apparently has enough spouses to start her own village.” “Current count: twenty-three husbands, six mothers-in-law, three fathers-in-law, four brothers-in-law, and one grandmother demanding visitation rights.” “I’m crying.” “No seriously. Which one is real?” “Every minute someone new appears.”