Crazy Husband Novels & Stories

Old lady was still crazy. ***

After listening to him, she pouted angrily and retorted back "Then stay away from your wife because crazy people are not good for you" He looked at her red face and angrily flaring nose and said to her with intensity in his eyes and truthfulness in his voice "Only she is good for me. I love her and her craziness. Her craziness has taught me to live in true sense. Her craziness has made me realize that I also have the right to live. Her craziness adds colour to my colourless life. Her craziness is the reason for my every smile, happiness and everything, so how can I stay away from my wife??? If she is crazy then I am crazily in love with her and I think two crazy people would make a good coup

God… my body trembles as I remember the sex escapades last night and the way the Nightmoor prince look at me like they can't get enough of me. I laugh—sharp and mocking like a crazy woman. And yeah… I'm crazy. My stupid husband of six years is the reason why I'm about losing my sanity. “Is that what you think?“ My voice is mocking. “That I'm ugly. That no man will want him. Keep deceiving yourself, Varek.“ Varek roll his eyes like he's bored and fuck… something inside me sparked. The desperate urge to prove to him that he must be blind.

After alot of thinking I finally submit to the edge to go see him I bash into his room to witness the shock of my life My husband sitting on the floor, talking to himself, his rantings like that of. a madman in nothing but his underwear " What's going on here?" I question plaguing his attention. ######

Including my husband? When I turned to Jasper, I caught him glaring at Cosmo. I gave Jasper a sharp look. He smiled nervously, sweating bullets. “T-that’s not true, hon. D-don’t believe that lunatic. I promise!” My husband stammered, clearly anxious. He’s in trouble with me later! If he wants to see someone else’s cabbage, I’ll drown him in it! “That idiot’s just drunk, that’s why he is spouting nonsense.” He tried to explain again.

The thought alone was enough to splinter my heart. Candy turned toward him fully now, her smile were sharp as a blade. “Excuse me, sir,” she said loudly, as if addressing the entire restaurant, “you must be her husband. Congratulations—you married a beautiful woman. But are you absolutely sure that child is yours? Are you sure you’re the father of the baby she call yours?” I felt the room spinning…she was just saying nonsense! Nora wasn’t even my child…..but that's what exactly happen when to a crazy bitch!

The husband just got more and more crazy on top of her body. It turned out that the husband's ultimate weapon, which had been standing upright, was no longer able to resist the temptation of his wife's body. Felix immediately removed his boxer shorts. His combat equipment is combat-ready now. The husband then began to spread Cyra's legs and tried to insert his ultimate weapon into his wife's heaven on earth. It was tight in there, and Felix liked it. Her husband began to do his death shake, which at first was slow but deep. "Ah ... out! Mas! My husband ...!" Cyra raved.

Jimena retorted, looking at him with distaste. “Well, for some reason, three of you are married to us. We must have that je ne sais quoi that drives the Gutiérrez women crazy,” he said with a proud grin. “Conceited idiot.” She grumbled, eliciting laughter from her husband, who got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let go of me, you moron!” She squirmed in his embrace, which only made him hold her tighter. Pablo placed a loud kiss on her neck, which only made her angrier. “Let go, Pablo!” she growled. He slowly released her and turned her to face him.

“I’m gonna kill him.” “What?” I asked, surprised. I wasn't expecting those words to come out of this stranger’s mouth. “No. You can’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Like I said, he is my husband, and this was just a little misunderstanding. Everything’s gonna be fine. This will soon be a thing of the past. I’m gonna be back with my husband, and we’re going to be happy again.” This time, the man chuckled. “If you’re that sure about your husband… Ryan,” he said his name like it tasted bitter, “then why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off living your happily ever after with him?”

I spent months in a coma, under the care of my uncle Leo and a group of specialized medical personnel brought in from different parts of the world to treat me. I only knew what I was told about my accident, because I had no memory of the day I was thrown off a balcony by my husband, Christian Goldman, the man who not only humiliated me, treated me in the worst way, and slept with my own sister, but also tried to kill me, making me lose a year of my life, not caring that I was pregnant, even though he believed that my child was not his.