Beloved Husband Novels & Stories

My name written in a cursive sprawl quickly became blurry as tears began to build. “I forgot how much of a meddling bitch you are. How about you do us a favor and either get lost or shut up so I can talk to Raelynn. It’s important.” Chandler ignored her loud shriek of spanish slurs that was yelled in his direction. His focus remained on me, the volume of his voice rising to speak louder than Daniella. “I’m getting married. And I wanted you to-” “Are you fucking-” “Married?” I squeaked.

I smiled. I was blessed to have a husband like Vladiv who supports me and my dreams all the way. He was the best, he restored my hope in love and having a better life. Despite all our bad times and experiences, I know that we are always going to be by each other's side no matter what. In him, I found a husband, a friend and family and now that we had a son I was going to do my possible best to be the best mother and wife. To put smiles on the faces of my son and husband.

Vivian Arnold thoroughly touched moved. She still doesn't wish to have a talented husband, but most needs like this, for her care, for her love. For the past three years, he was always stupid, she also thought that he did not notice, did not expect him today to speak to care about her, hurt because her. This is the true husband. Try ask who is not happy when there is such a husband, you fall down someone helps stand up, you collapse someone consoles, it's good.

His hair was rumpled and his fingers ink-stained from hours of notes and whatever. "Damian, can you please look at yourself?" I asked him, my voice hard despite the fear twisting within my chest."You're my husband and I love you so much but now you're becoming something I barely know. You don't sleep, you barely eat, and even now you have started talking to yourself. You're no longer even alive, it seems. But as you do all these things, please remember that you have a wife and son who love you.” He looked up at me, his eyes puffy and feral. For a moment, I caught sight of the man I loved drifting through—the one he was after we first got married and the one I loved all over again after our f

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.

He left while Sarah keeps looking at his retreating back, she asked in disbelief: "What happened to him suddenly . Sarah maybe he is Arham's duplicate " They are in the car and Sarah keeps looking at him keenly. Finally, she asked: "Are you Arham's duplicate ".He first gets shocked listening to her but then he starts laughing: "You are very funny Sarah, I am your one and only husband ". Sarah frowned and said: "Can you please stop calling yourself, again and again as my husband, it was so irritating ".Arham stops the car and turns to her. He brings his mouth near her ears, her heartbeat keeps increasing: "So, get used to this after all I love addressing you as my wife and see your irritati

Bobby smiled victoriously. Hearing those words snapped me out of the trance he had put me in, and I slid out from under him, standing up. "No, but this has nothing to do with me or my husband. I loved you. I loved you deeply for a long time, but I don’t recognize you anymore," I stated, running my hands through my hair, unable to believe I had been so weak. He approached me, and looking into his eyes, I felt weak again. He took my hand, placing it over his heart, and I felt it racing.

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

He was incredibly handsome. In my past life, I was charmed by his looks and happily married him. But after the wedding, I realized that his abs, long legs, and physique were all just for show. He felt guilty and kept eating supplements in front of me, but it did not change anything. However, when it came to the locust tree in our yard, he seemed perfectly fine. It was incredibly frustrating. While it did not harm me directly, I still felt humiliated. I could accept it if I were ugly or overweight, but I had a good figure and nice features!

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”