Beloved Husband Novels & Stories

He handed one to me and took a seat opposite mine, crossing his legs with a relaxed sigh. "I brought peppermint," he said, giving me a warm smile. "You looked like you needed something soothing when I saw you earlier." "Thanks, Ben," I murmured, holding the warm mug between my hands without drinking. "How was your day?" "Oh, absolute perfection," Ben beamed, leaning back with a sigh. "I told you I was seeing someone, right? Well, his name is Julian, and dinner was incredible." "Julian," I repeated, forcing a small smile to my face. "Tell me about him."

He seduced her playfully. Soon, Pablo’s mouth was exploring his wife’s intimacy, whose taste had always been a delight to him; however, they had been distant for so long that he had forgotten how much he loved kissing, licking, and sucking her there. For her part, Jimena surrendered to the pleasure her husband offered her, forgetting all the negative feelings that had overwhelmed her during those days when he had treated her coldly. Although memories invaded her mind to warn her that the tears he caused her outnumbered the happy moments, she sought more than one justification not to tarnish that moment, and thus keep alive the hope that everything would change between them and they would be

I grill anger boiling within me. " Let's just say it's a matter of misplaced kindness. Honestly his majesty has never had the honor of being loved by the ones he love. Everyone always stick with his because of what he has to offer, explains why he is so obsessed with you. Bet he was hoping you would be the one who truly loves him" Martin informs, his voice etching with sincerity. I look down at my husband, my eyes welling up with tears as my heart aching with pain at my husband's miserable finish.

Damian said quietly, "that you believed I have someone else, or I no longer love you?" I looked down shamefacedly. I knew without a doubt that Damian loved me fiercely. "It didn't seem so farfetched to me at the time," I protested. "Darling," my husband said. "I've loved you since the day I set my eyes on you. That's not going to change. However, I also know that my best friend has been in love with you for almost as long as I have. Why would I deny him something that would make him happy just because?"

She said almost in tears. “How sure are you that he's not in love with his ex wife? How sure are you that he doesn't want his family back?” “He doesn't love Henrietta anymore.” “You're not in his heart either.” “I think his heart is broken.” “And are you going to fix it?” Charlene nodded. “Charlene knight, this isn't who you are. You're blinded by the love you have for him.” “I need to give him more time. Please Charles, don't tell dad about what's going on in my marriage. It's my responsibility to make my marriage work and I'm going to do that, I won't despair yet.” She blinked slowly.

Only if Austen and I weren't such a burden to his mind, then maybe he would have been settled enough to focus on his life. “Yes, Tommy?” I answered. Loyalty and respect are always emblematic in everything I do involving my husband—he's the king of my world and the only thing that matters... This man is one I would die to make happy. The man whom I've loved since my return to the States.

“He’s not just this man you all think you know.” She looked around the room slowly. “He’s not just power or money or reputation.” Her eyes softened. “He’s the man who sits in the dining room with me and tells me thank you after every meal. He’s the man who kisses my forehead before I sleep every night. He’s the man who buys me flowers whenever he walks through that door. He’s the man who makes me breakfast in bed. And that man is my husband he’s my world. He’s my dad and mum and he’s just everything. He’s the man that’s always there even when I don’t feel like it.”

The man who hated me more than words could say, the man who would gladly sink a dagger into my heart, and the very same man who couldn’t look me in the eye without frowning, The very same man who blamed me for the death of his beloved, just like everyone, was to be my husband. In just 5 days!

I don’t care if Christian had the most traumatic childhood or if he was scared of loving anyone but all I know is that I am here to stay and nothing was ever going to keep me away from him again. He is my husband and I know that he cares about me and I’m going to extend the same courtesy to him. I love him and laying here next to him was far better than anything that I had ever wished for.

I pulled him even closer, wanting to feel his warmth, ravel in his touch, smell him. "I love you so much, Mama. If there is another life after this, I want to find you again." He uttered, his voice raw, his expression exposed and vulnerable, and I wrapped my hands around this man that had given me so much in this life. This man, my Ethan, my husband, my love, he's God's own gift to me. THE END