April Fools For Husband Novels & Stories

Charlie rubbed his nose awkwardly as he answered, “Uhm… I’m your best friend’s husband!” Loreen replied in a somewhat indifferent tone, “I know. A fake husband and a fake marriage for four years. I wonder how much longer this make-believe game will last.”

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale helped Chloe Mercer fake a proposal for me. Last year, he dropped to one knee in the back room of a Manhattan club with candles on the tables and half his friends filming. I thought he was finally serious. Then the ring popped open and sprayed silver glitter glue across my hand. Chloe laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone. Wilson only stopped smiling when he saw my eyes fill with tears. Later, he held my stained fingers and promised, “Next year, Viv. I swear. No jokes. A real proposal.” So when he texted me on the night before April Fools and told me to meet him at the jazz bar where we had our first date, I let myself believe him.

Hank could not argue his way out of this without his father’s DNA. The public was having a field day while Hank battled it out with his family. Judging by the family’s interaction, some believed that Hank was himself. However, how did the whole mess happen? I dialed my assistant’s number. “You’re up.” An article made its rounds on social media within two minutes. “The husband of a locally recognized businesswoman fakes death to elope with mistress!” I recounted my experience in my previous life as if it was a story. Though no names were mentioned, Hank was clearly the protagonist of the story.

Watched Noah laugh with April, tuck her hair behind her ear, smile at her like she was made of light. Kayla had seen it all. From outside cafés. Watched them in the boutique baby store where April had picked out that stupid stuffed bunny. So many times she had watched them and they didn’t even know. Watched April fawn all over Noah—it had made her sick. She knew that for Noah it was all an act. April Harrington had bought her husband four years ago, and she had done it again. She wouldn’t hold it over him for much longer. Not anymore, Kayla thought bitterly. Not after today.

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

I found it unbelievable until Mark; my husband's best friend showed me a video as proof of what the rest of them had said. Even as old as they were, they still played pranks on each other. They had found one of his journals lying around and had decided to prank him with it. The initial plan was to send him a video of them going through his journal and messing around with it but things went South when they stumbled upon the write up. While they tried reading it, it suddenly faded away. They got so frightened, they were afraid to say anything to me. But when I had called them endlessly after not being able to reach my husband, they had to open up to me.

“Go talk to your ‘not a bad idea.’” “Baba, it was a joke ,” he sighed, reaching for me again. “wowww what a joke?” I laughed bitterly, stepping back. “My husband thinks he should get a new girl to ‘fulfill his needs,’ and I should laugh? Hah. So funny.” I shoved his chest and stormed into the kitchen, gulping down a glass of water, trying to calm the burning inside me. Kabir followed, leaning against the counter. “Baby, it was a joke yrr.”

“Your husband must have stressed you out since we started this fake relationship thingy. So I thought of relieving that stress so you can easily absorb more of his stress,” “What!” I erupted into laughter, covering my mouth. “You… you are never beating the allegations,” I uttered amidst my laughter. He reclined in his seat and leaned forward. “What allegation?” “Allegations of being unserious,” I responded. “Oops. Have you suddenly noticed that?” “It’s too obvious to go unnoticed,” “Oh! Then I have to work on hiding my talents better next time,” he mumbled, causing me to laugh once more. When the laughter finally died down, he said, “I don’t want you to think about anything. If he isn’t comi

The male officer nodded in understanding and ushered me to the side, while she stepped away to radio for backup and forensic teams. "Take it easy," the male officer said. "Just tell me what happened from the beginning." I took a shaky breath and walked him through the timeline and how I had stumbled upon the gruesome discovery. As he listened to my fragmented explanation, his expression grew increasingly serious. "So, you're saying your wife brought this box home… on April Fool's Day?" "Yes. She loves pranking me. She'd never miss an opportunity like that." "And when did she leave for her business trip?"