Clingy Husband Novels & Stories

Klyde nods his head as he swing his feet that hang loose in the air. "Yeah, but her husband is cheating on her because she's too busy here and there. They actually have no time for each other." Klyde explained to him. He crouches his face and whistled. "What the? Why don't she also cheat so they can be equal? I mean do they have a child?"

Her words were shameless, like she had no remorse for the hurt she was inflicting on her so-called perfect marriage. The man behind her grunted, his hands gripping her hips as he continued his rough rhythm. He clearly knew what he was doing, and the way Chloe responded, it was obvious this wasn’t their first rendezvous. "Does your husband bang you the way I do?" he asked, his voice low and taunting, full of cocky confidence. He seemed to relish in the fact that he was the one truly satisfying her, not the man she stood beside in public, playing the dutiful wife.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

It wasn’t fair that he always got away with everything just because he acted like a clown. "Right, you are. Well, I know the type of wife you are—the one who goes to bed early and doesn’t question her husband, who works all day to give you everything you need." "Of course! You do whatever you want, and I have to sit here and take it in silence." "Exactly, my love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up early tomorrow." "But you don’t work tomorrow." "Still, I have an important outing."

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Well, we can talk it some other time. "It smells good." A deep baritone voice almost made me shiver. Black's arms snaked around my waist as his jaw leaned on the other side of my shoulder. "My wife is a good cook, I see." He mumbled alluringly. I tried to act calm with his presence at my back, hugging me tightly. His face was even wet. Red is currently with his two nannies. I cleared my throat as I stirred the dish that I was cooking. "My husband is so clingy."