Beloved Husband Novels & Stories

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

And just like that, the hand I’d unknowingly been clutching slips from mine. "You can’t even take care of yourself properly," he mutters, voice stern. "Always crying." His fingers graze my forehead, checking for fever—but it’s that warmth that makes my chest tighten, not the touch itself. I catch his hand again, holding it to my cheek and rubbing softly as I pout. "Well, it seems my husband has made it his mission to stress his wife… what can I do?" He pulls his hand free and rises to his feet like the moment never happened.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

A man who remained strong even though betrayed by those who should have loved him. And in that moment, I loved him even more. "Julian," I whispered. "Hm?" "I'm proud of you. Proud to have a husband like you." Julian looked at me. "I'm proud to have a wife like you. And I will always strive to be a husband worthy of you."

"Go to hell, Nate. You're an absolute idiot. You're not even worthy of working with me!" I didn't hesitate as I hung up and blocked him. I could imagine how furious he was on the other end of the line, but what did that have to do with me anymore? I had already decided. I wasn't just going to take his assets. I was going to wipe him out completely. Nate could have told me honestly that he was tired of me and that he didn't love me anymore. When I married him, I genuinely wanted a family with him. Tony and my stepmother had paraded in front of me every day, and I had spiraled into depression from just seeing them. More than once, I even thought about ending their lives.

I thought, but Sophia echoed it……what the hell is he on about? “Yes, Miss Rodriguez.” My husband said without looking away from me. “You know, the thing married couples like to do at night, but see, I am quite insatiable with desire for my beautiful wife. So I tend to have her at hourly intervals every day. Not just at night.” He grinned, and my cheeks flushed red as if it were true. What is he doing? I couldn’t look at her, or away from him… his gaze was too magnetic for that.

We are created to love and be loved, and I believe we can all agree that love is the most fantastic and indescribable emotion known to mankind. Isla was the happiest woman when she married Zero Cohen a few years ago. Zero is a caring, loving, and thoughtful husband. But was he said before was true. He isn’t perfect. They have a happy married life, but it’s not always rainbows and happiness. They argue. They fight. They have misunderstandings. But Zero’s always ensured they won’t sleep until they made up. Zero isn’t perfect, but he always tries to be one. He was the kind of husband that every woman’s dreamed of. And she was lucky to be his wife.

But as he began to read, he felt his heart drop. Dear readers, I'm sorry to inform you that my husband, Sparrow's Master, suffered a fatal heart attack today. I want to thank you for following him over the years, I know that your friendship meant the world to him. This was a place for him to journal his thoughts and ideas about our journey together. I don't know whether or not I will be removing this blog. I certainly won't be adding to it. At any rate, thank you again for your kindness towards SM. He was my heart, my soul, my husband, and my Master. I am lost without him.

It felt like life was teaching me the true meaning of being husband and wife, and I felt so thankful that I had Bradon as my husband. Just as his presence gave me comfort, I wanted to be there for him every step of the way. I wanted to be his supporter, his advisor, his biggest fan, as well as his wife. In return, he became more than just my husband and also became a very trusted companion that I valued above all else.

Maxwell, my husband, who supposedly loved me to death and the man I had given my whole heart to, now belonged to the past. We would never meet again.