Beloved Husband Novels & Stories

Emma Lawson had always believed that trust was the strongest part of a marriage. Not passion. Not promises. Trust. For seven years, she had trusted Daniel Hart with everything she had. Her heart. Her dreams. Her future. And tonight, she was planning a surprise to celebrate their seventh wedding anniversary. The thought made her smile as she stepped out of the elevator and walked into the penthouse she shared with her husband. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden reflections across the marble floor.

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

I felt like I was getting intoxicated with his sweetness. I said solemnly, "Atlas, it's so good to have you by my side. I don't know what happened in the past, but I will remember that our journey together will be wonderful. I may have many friends of either gender, but there's only one person I love deeply, and that will never change." Atlas's hand cupped the back of my head, his index finger caressing my lips. "How can a husband not trust his wife?" I clung to his neck and kissed him.

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

she smirked before diverting her attention from her. "Oh Ezekiel, Dear Ezekiel, he used to be my husband and the sweetest creature one could ever wish for most expecially before we got married. Everything was like a bed of rose with him and he made me feel whole and alive once again after I was dumped on my wedding day by someone who only wanted to use me" "I loved him and he loved me, I remembered how he would come over to my house whenever I was sad or having nightmares or insomnia, he would reassure me that everything would be okay and he was right here with me"

“My husband, I want to come while riding you.” “Yes, my wife, do whatever you want.” With that, I quickened my pace, determined to reach our peak together. We made love repeatedly, and if all goes well, we might soon have a sibling for Chase. Our lovemaking is intense. Whenever there’s an opportunity, he claims me. I love this man so much. My husband, Maximus Lardizabal.

I let my naive soul believe what it had wanted to believe for nearly six years now. That Alexander Solace, my mate, my husband, the father of my child… My Alpha… That he truly loved me.

Solomon Happiness laughed. "So, honey, do you still remember those days? You would not stop amusing me," she said. "I told you that by the time I remind you of our conversation then, you will remember. But now, what a wonderful wife, friend, and helper you have become to me, my love and joy? Thank you very much for all you have done for me. If I am given a second chance to marry again I will still love to marry you. You are a blessing to me and the favor that I've obtained from the Lord. You have really made me the happiest man on earth. Thank you so much, my sweet. I love you and will continue to, till death do us part." Hearing this, Mrs. Solomon happiness, who was laughing at the dialogue

That realization made my throat constrict. I'd been given the kidney a few months earlier. To Christian. My husband. He'd needed it, and I'd not asked questions. That's what love is, isn't it? Sacrificing pieces of you so the one you love can live on. I wasn't allowed to be present in the hospital for the procedure itself. Hospital rules or something, but I visited him afterward. Pale but alive. Breathing. Smiling. And that was enough. As long as he's fine, I don't care about anything else.