April Fools For Husband Novels & Stories

“Nicola, you don’t act like me at all. Lina is going to notice.” Nicola was unbothered. “She’s going to notice? I don’t think so. We had a perfectly good day today.” Matteo was practically grinding his teeth. “I’ve never cut steak for her or worn my wedding ring. I would never call her ‘honey’ like that. Forget it. Let’s just swap back tomorrow. Don’t touch her tonight.” Nicola laughed. “Are you giving me orders? Besides, is this how you two act as a married couple? Isn’t a husband supposed to act the way I do?”

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?"

Right now, just waiting for Leon's orders, Finn will immediately depart. Hearing Finn's answer, Leon felt very comfortable in his heart, he quickly told his request to Finn, Leon's voice was still cold as before, he said. "I want you to find my wife. She has left and I cannot contact her." Hearing this, Finn's gun suddenly fell to the ground. He was so surprised that he couldn't believe his ears. The gun in his hand was also unstable, it fell to the floor and made a shrill sound. Finn looked at the mobile screen to determine if the man who easily called him was really Leon. After verifying, Finn answered Leon, his voice broken and not finishing a sentence. Because he was too shocked. Finn sa

I pulled away in revulsion. He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot running together. "Audrey, I really do know I was wrong! Chloe—that lying witch—she tricked me. Brandon isn't even mine!" "You're all I have! Can't we just start over?" "Don't you remember when we first started college? I couldn't afford to eat, and you split your meal card with me." "When we first got married, we were renting that basement apartment—no heat in the dead of winter."

I asked him, moving back, and he ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at me. “I know it was all a deal, Amelia. Our marriage, your baby having my name. Our whole relationship was nothing but a deal. But can’t that be in the past? Can’t we start anew?” He asked me as he took a step closer to me. I clenched my fists as I kept moving away from him. With what he was saying, he was scaring the hell out of me. “Wh…what are you saying? This has to be a joke, Alaric. It is, right? You can’t possibly be serious about what you’re saying. Are you drunk? Did someone put you on to this? April fools’ day? What could it be….”

she weakly tried to explain this time, but that only earned her another death stare from her father. “If you weren't trying to fool me, then what were you doing for the past year?” Her father coldly questioned her. “You knew that your husband was unfaithful to you, but you chose to hide the truth and even made that stupid deal behind my back! You even hid the truth that your husband was infertile, and when you were pregnant with someone else, you dared to deceive me by saying that the child was your husband's! Am I just a fool in your eyes?” “…” Jessica couldn't answer, and her heart sank even more as her father continued to corner her verbally. She felt even more suffocated when her father

Their amusement threatened to burst forth as they tried to contain themselves in a futile battle. Attempting to maintain a straight face, Asher continued, sharing another incident that led to his mention of a girlfriend. "I was drinking heavily at the bar, and someone there made a comment that my 'girlfriend' had either dumped me or cheated on me... That's why I was drowning my sorrows, drinking like there's no tomorrow. I was quite annoyed by that person, which led me to punch him," he confessed, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

I asked, trying to sound casual, though my chest tightened as I waited for her answer. “She’s been quieter than usual,” she said softly. “But nothing much.” Quieter than usual? That didn’t sit well with me. I felt really guilty, knowing I was the reason. But what choice did I have? I stood, ready to leave, when Mrs. Keller spoke again. “You know,” she said, her voice sounding hesitant as she pointed, “to pretend you are her husband, you have to act like one.” I froze, my hand on the doorknob. Her words had hit me harder than I expected.

Nolan grabbed Simon's wrist and turned to glare at me. "You couldn't wait, could you?" he sneered. "Grandpa told me everything at lunch, and now, here you are, already out on a date with someone else in the afternoon?" He then leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "You went through all that trouble to marry me, yet now you're divorcing me for another man?" I slapped him hard across the face before he could finish talking. Simon stepped forward to explain, but Nolan, blinded by rage, punched him to the ground. The divorce papers were scattered all over the floor.

I did not respond, but continued asking, “Since the so-called medical expenses you sent to your mother every month were fake, does that mean you were not taking care of your mother every weekend either?” “Tell me… if you weren’t visiting your mother on weekends, what were you actually doing?” Koah’s face was ashen. He rubbed his nose and stammered, “I was working part time…” After being married to him for so many years, I could immediately tell that he was not telling the truth. I had no patience left to listen to his lies. I snatched his phone and opened his Notes app. I knew he had the habit of writing a diary there. Out of respect for my spouse’s privacy, I had never checked.