Crazy Husband Novels & Stories

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

"Dante?" Her husband stared at her with a confused expression. "Na—ruff!" The next thing that followed was utter chaos as she stood mortified. Natalie blinked. Maybe if she closed her eyes and opened it, the horrible scene would disappear but the shrill voices reminded her that it was real. "He is crazy!” someone exclaimed. "Call the asylum!" Another added. Natalie watched as her husband tore at people's trousers and skirts barking like a dog.

'I have no time and please never text me again, my husband will not be happy with me talking with other's. Clary deleted the other side and sighed, she is so confused and not sure if she makes a right decision, remaining with her husband and hoping one day he will completely change, and they will happily take care of their kids or find ways to help Jasmine catch the attention Damon William and she will be free from this toxic and unhappy marriage.

"Tsk, tsk! She has such an amazing husband, yet she doesn't cherish him. Faking her husband's death just for an idiot! How disgusting!" "You're right! Some people just don't cherish what they have. I've noticed since five years ago that something funny has been going on with her and that idiot." "I heard that idiot was a student that her husband sponsored. What a disgusting couple! This is how she repaid her husband?!" Henry looked at everyone, casting him condescending gazes and calling him an idiot. He suddenly lost it and yelled hysterically, "I'm not an idiot! Besides, my wife has long said that she wants to marry me!"

“Hmm. Something’s up. Spill.” I tried to dodge it, I really did, but she was relentless, so eventually I told her everything. “Rhea.” Her eyes went wide. “What?” “Your husband is crazy.” I smiled. “Yeah. Crazily in love with me.” I pulled up the text he’d sent and held the screen out to her. She stared at it, then shook her head slowly. “My friend is a complete goner. You’re crazy, he’s crazy.” “We’re the crazy couple,” I agreed, still smiling.

I turned my gaze toward Maximum, who was rapidly approaching us. Edward asked hesitantly, "Who is he? Do you know him?" I was about to respond, but before I could, Maximum’s angry voice cut in sharply. "I am her husband, and she is my wife." Without warning, he punched Edward in the face, causing him to stumble backward. He then kicked him hard, sending Edward sprawling to the ground in pain. I shouted, "Stop! Have you gone crazy?" Maximum roared, "Yes, I’ve gone crazy! Seeing another man with you has driven me insane. You laughing at him, watching a movie with him—has that made me lose my mind? Am I really crazy?"

She sighed loudly and said “My husband will deal with you all I promise! Everyone looked at her as she mentioned the influential CEO as her husband. “Is she crazy?

I was constantly travelling back and forth to the production area in South Columbus. If I was not on a business trip, I was on the way to one. However, as long as we were in the same city, Jason Moore, my husband, would meticulously arrange dates for us, making me feel touched yet guilty. I asked him once if he would blame me for putting my career first. He replied with a smile, "Just go ahead creating history. I have your back." I knew juggling a career and family was not at all easy. I had always felt guilty about it.

Krista asked. "Cute enough," Zach replied. "Short black hair and eyes, a bit taller than you, bigger breasts. So I got to her room and she let me in and there's another guy there, same age as her, mid-30s or so, muscled, but it looked sort of steroidy to me. Turns out that he's her husband and he's going to watch."

“Titles tend to sound more exciting than they actually are.” “Not always,” the first man said. “Some titles come with… history.” I smiled again, softer this time. “History is subjective.” He studied me for a moment longer. “Speaking of history,” he said casually, “what’s your opinion on the recent situation?” I tilted my head. “Which one?” “The crazy wife,” the woman cut in, excited now. “The one who put her husband in a coma and ran away.” My fingers tightened slightly around the glass.