Being A Trophy Husband Is Exhausting Novels & Stories

And even now, when I'm on the verge of becoming the CEO, I'm being forced into a marriage I don't want. All because I need to prove my ability to produce an heir. It's like my family thinks I'm nothing more than a stud, a means to an end. And Heaven, poor Heaven, is just a pawn in their game. She's a trophy wife, a way for me to prove my masculinity and secure the family's legacy. But I know I'm not ready for marriage, not ready to settle down. And yet, I have no choice.

I received compliments from my husband's friends while Theron let the wind carry his mind away. I used to choose between two dreams. I told myself that if I am not lucky enough to have a good husband, I will become a nun. Sad to say I got married without warning and he has not been a good husband to me. I smiled. I put my attention back to the reality. This is just the beginning of me pretending to be a trophy wife tonight. I still have talents to show. I'm going to show Theron's friends that my husband is at the top and it's hard for them to reach it.

His words crashed into me like a storm, the impact of his cruelty becoming unbearable. A trophy.... Meant to stand by his side, forcing a smile while acting like the perfect wife. To the world, we were perfect. A perfect marriage every woman would have prayed for. Tears cascaded through my cheeks, every word he had uttered, shattering my heart into a million pieces. I sniffled, letting out a bitter laugh. So that's all I am to you? A pawn. A trophy you flaunt whenever you want? “Don't twist my words, Aliyah!” he snapped.

“You think I’m going to prance around like your show pony?” “You already are. But now you’re mine. Not theirs.” Mine. It echoed in my head, louder than I wanted it to. He didn’t need to remind me. I married him. I wore his ring. Ate his food. Dressed in clothes bought with his money. But still, I muttered, “I’m not yours.” He raised a brow. “Aren’t you?” A trophy wife. That’s what I was now. Not new, not difficult. Just suffocating in a different kind of way. One that wrapped around my ribs instead of my throat.

What does finding out about these information do to him or help him in the process of selecting a business partner? I didn't have to wonder for long because he soon clarify the question I asked earlier. “Indeed, partnership is all about competency,” he paused, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “But, there's a principle I live by, the way a man controls his home speaks volume about his own integrity.” His words sink in, and I gradually understand what he was talking about. He thinks if I have issues in my marriage, I might not be the best person he'd need for a partner.

Then, he chose Daniel, a perfectly eligible bachelor, to be my husband—a man exactly like him. I didn’t want that life. I didn’t want to be married to someone who saw me as a trophy or a convenience. I didn’t want to become like Mum, clinging to a hollow marriage for the sake of appearances. I didn’t want to be betrayed, humiliated, or made to feel worthless.

At an alumni reunion, my husband's business rival Vanessa Graves stands up in front of everyone and raises three toasts to him. "The first is for the time you risked your life to save me from a group of thugs and ended up with broken bones and spent six months in the hospital. "The second is for the five years we were together, and every bit of love and devotion you gave me. "The third is for putting everything behind you and coming here tonight to see me." She finishes her drink and looks at my husband, Russell Grayson, with teary eyes filled with affection. The whole table erupts in whispers, every pair of eyes locked on her and Russell. "No wonder the campus queen has been single all

Lena "Great. So I'll put you with the Castellanos, she's an art dealer, he's a human rights lawyer, they're both hilarious, and the Lees, she runs a tech nonprofit, he's a chef. They're the kind of people who will actually talk to you like a human being instead of treating you like a trophy wife." Trophy wife. The words landed wrong. Nate saw it immediately. "Sorry," he said quickly. "Bad phrasing. I just meant…"

Jayden continued. "That’s just lust, Jayden, but it means nothing because I feel that for my husband too," I argued. "The same way? With the same intensity?" Jayden challenged. "Even more!" I asserted. He lowered his head. "So it's better with him?" Jayden asked. "Of course it is! There’s no comparison, Jayden. Daon and I are a couple; we have intimacy, feelings, a history. With you, I have two bathroom hook-ups at clubs that meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

"Well, I had nothing when I met her. Through all the ups and downs over the years, she held my hand and never let go. She deserves all the love!" "Gosh! Why can't I get such a good husband? Dad! Why is everyone else's husband perfect but mine? Look at this book! This woman killed three people, yet her six-foot-tall, eight-pack, deep-voiced, sharp-eyed, ready-to-kill-anyone-for-her husband worships the ground she walks on. But why did I get that—" "Travis is 6'2", has eight packs, doesn't like tattoos, but if you want, he might consider one. And obviously, he’d kill anyone who touches you. Don't you know that?"