April Fools For Husband Novels & Stories

My husband chuckled before speaking again. “Come on, you know I can't just leave her like that. She's so easy to fool. I mean, she has no idea that all of those business trips were just to avoid and stay away from her. She's so gullible, and that is actually the only thing I like about her. So naive. Believes all of my lies. Doesn't ask any questions. Can you guys believe that I haven't even had sex with her?” The men howled with uncontrollable, uproarious laughter, and my stomach swopped as realisation dawned on me.

He answered casually. “Oh my God! You are 38! What should I call you, Papito?” I asked in a mocking tone. He laughed. “That actually sounds sexy, I like it.” I made a disgusted face. I couldn’t believe he was that old, I am married to someone close to forty. How come he looks nothing above 30? “Oh my God. I have been fooled! My husband is a grandpa!” I blurted. He burst into laughter. “Okay, now you are just exaggerating. And you are making me feel like a pedophile.”

I was already boiling in anger on the top of it his headless comedy, distararous and awfully hilarious make me head went mad upon him. "So, if I would leave you, from where will you manage for a rental fake husband. I am a better choice for it. Don't you think, you have claimed a lottery by getting me in your life as your husband, such a virtuous thing it is, isn't it. Don't you think so my dear wifey?" Allen was digging his own grave by playing with the fire, I was already very irritated on the top of it he was roasting my mind with all this foolishness.

her husband immediately replied. "Well, they think the best way to fix this is for him to pretend to still be married. His wife was never shown off, so the plan is to get someone to pretend to be his wife very publicly—she'll attend a bunch of parties and meetings so that no one will know he's divorced." "That could work," her husband replied. "It's a very reasonable, not at all weird idea."

My brothers burst out laughing like they’d just witnessed the world’s finest comedy show. I, however, failed to see the joke. She smoothed her wild hair, fixing those hazel eyes on me. “Tell me where he is. I swear I won’t kill him. I just want to shove these papers down his throat,” she said, waving the papers in my face. “There must be a mistake,” I said, still trying to piece this insanity together. “Oh stop feeding me fairy tales! Where is that son of a bitch?” “Are you insane? There’s clearly a mistake here! I am Darian Freeman and I am one hundred percent sure I am not your husband!”

As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to find what helped me fall asleep fastest. When he learned that my stomach was sensitive, he trained with the family chef for two months and woke up two hours early every day to make me a special meal that wouldn’t upset my digestion. When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession.

He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?" The person on the other end seemed unfazed as if already accustomed to such reactions. Ignoring the man’s agitation, they spoke in a solemn tone, "Mr. Hart, please remain calm. This is the city police department. We received a report about a foul odor coming from a rental unit and discovered the body of a young woman who had been deceased for three days. "The deceased has been identified as your wife, Winnie. Her daughter, Nina, is currently missing. If you have any information, please inform us immediately."

I was trained to handle high-pressure, life-or-death situations with surgical precision. And yet, I had been living a lie for three hundred and sixty-five days. "There has to be a mistake," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "My husband, Liam Sterling... he's the star forward for the Glaciers. His management team handled the filing. His lawyers, " "Mr. Sterling's lawyers didn't file anything for you, Ms. Vance," Miller interrupted, leaning back and removing his glasses. "And even if they had tried, it wouldn't have mattered. Liam Sterling couldn't have legally married you last June. Or ever."

I shared everything I'd uncovered, including the video, with my parents. Dad slammed the table in fury, declaring he was going to confront them immediately. I quickly signaled Mom to hold him back. "Dad, we can't act impulsively. I sent Waylon the divorce papers nearly a week ago, and there's still no response. I suspect they're planning something underhanded." "Underhanded?" Dad looked confused.

he smirks at Joe, earning a scoff from him. "You're now married and you feel like I'm not serious with my life, yeah? That's sad. I miss when you were still a bachelor like myself. We could party and go clubbing together, but not anymore. I wouldn't want your wife to skin me alive for misleading her precious and loyal husband," Joe says and chuckles softly. "I told you to get married. You're not getting any younger..." "Coming from someone who always talked bad about marriage. What the hell changed about you, Alex? I must commend your wife for doing a good job to your brain because it was never making sense," Joe teases him, and they both laugh.