April Fools For Husband Novels & Stories

"Back at the bridal boutique when I proposed, you said you'd marry me—" I let out a cold laugh and cut him off, saying, "Did you forget that it was April Fool's Day? Nothing said on that day counts. And whatever kindness I owed you over the last eight years, I've already paid back with every prank you've pulled on me." I pulled my arm free and turned to leave, but he pulled me into a tight embrace. Caleb shook his head again and again, as if he could somehow undo my words.

After all, he was helping me out here. "Hey, you're under the mistletoe!" Dad suddenly exclaimed, and as soon as I glanced up and discovered that my pretend husband and I were actually under a mistletoe, all the blood drained out of my face. I forced a laugh out, "Ha ha. Very cute. But Liam isn't a fan of PDA." "Nonsense!" Mum laughed, "It's just family. This is hardly the public." My stomach cramped painfully, and i began to sweat, "Mum, just_"

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

“Are you going to do yoga?” “Yeah, just until the pizza arrives.” She starts to leave. “No olives, right?” I nod and she leaves the room. Sh.it. I completely forgot about my brother. “WHO IS THAT?” “That is my wife. I told you that I had to marry someone because of my Visa”. I told my family only the basics. “Of course. You just forgot to mention that you married someone who is a goddess. I'm sure it must have been difficult for you”, the f.ucker jokes.

A gentle woman like her didn't seem the sort to cheat on her husband. At that moment, Ian spoke up. His tone was heavy. "We've been married for many years, but we kept failing to conceive a child. In the end, we went for IVF, but the embryo later went missing. Despite searching all over for it, we couldn't find any traces of it."

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

"I'm just glad that you faked it. That it's not true. It's great that my wife doesn't have postpartum depression!" Seeing that his words came from the bottom of his heart without hesitation, Sonnet felt warm and sweet. Why was her silly husband so good? She really loved him too much! Just as she was about to kiss him, Maxwell turned anxious. "But honey, aren't you angry that I lied so much?" "How much did you lie? You didn't die, but you lied to me? You even pretended to be another person and became my neighbor? You were clearly very smart, but you lied to me that you were a fool and took advantage of me?"

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

Peter knew I was dodging his calls, so he blew up my phone with texts. Like we were back in the honeymoon phase or something—nonstop chatter. Then he got desperate. Started showing up at Aunt Sophia's with gifts, swearing he'd changed, begging her and Uncle Arthur to talk me out of the divorce. Too bad for him, Aunt Sophia never liked the guy. If I hadn't been tied up with him, I'd have moved to Hampsburg ages ago. She shut him down hard.

“Yeah. The zoo.” His laughter is rich and contagious, and I can’t help joining in. God, this feels so warm and real, like we belong here somehow, like we’re playing a part that makes perfect sense. “So this rule book you said your husband sent you,” he says after a beat, his tone playful again. “How many of those rules are you planning on breaking?” “Huh?” I blink. “What?” He shrugs, lips twitching with amusement. “You have to be a little rebellious. He doesn’t deserve you.”