Crazy Husband Novels & Stories

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

“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.

He jumped down and ran into it. “My girlfriend is dying!!” he yelled. Immediately, nurses rushed out due to who he was in society. They pulled out a stretcher and placed Kim on it. The cops covered up in no time and pointed their guns at him. “Your hands up!” They yelled and Landon sighed raising his hand. “Your hands behind your head. Now!” They ordered again and he did exactly that. The nurses were shocked and were tempted to slow down. “get my wife in dummies!!” he yelled in anger and they pushed the stretcher in immediately.

Alice screamed in a frenzy, she looked like she had gone mad. Alice can't control her emotions, so every time Alice gets angry, she looks like a crazy person. Jay tried to pull Alice out, Jay's face was filled with helplessness, he tried to explain to Alice, Jay said. "Alice, you can't do such stupid things. Leon and Sarah are married, and Leon loves Sarah very much. If you cause any trouble for Sarah. Leon will kill you. Do you think Leon will just kill you? He will kill me and our whole family."

However, upon noticing the diamond ring on my finger, her expression changes completely, casting a reprimanding look at her son. "Lee Seung, have you gone crazy? Have you lost your mind? How can you bring any girl home and say she's your wife?" "Mother, please! I won't allow you to speak about Jane like that!" "And how do you want me to speak? My son leaves here to do a show in the United States and comes back three months later saying he married a foreigner. Do you know how many years I dreamed of your wedding? How could you marry without your family?"

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..." "Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness. "My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...

“Ah! You lunatic!” Charles’ eldest aunt shrieked. She snatched the nightgown off her husband’s head and slammed it onto the ground. She pointed up at the window and began to scream insults. “Where did this crazy woman come from? How shameless!” The courtyard descended into absolute chaos. Some men whistled while others pretended to cover their eyes while peeping through their fingers. The women hurried to shield their children’s eyes while cursing under their breath.

I look at the angry, old man walking beside us, the one I know to be my husband, and a little bit of doubt enters my brain about everything I thought I know to be true. Too much has happened in the last few days, I don't understand any of it and I may be going crazy, hoping for some fantasy to be true, but if it gets me away from this man, bring on the crazy.

"There's no mermaid, Casandra! I just left for a short while, and you've already broken what I told you to do." "I didn't break any rule; I'm just stressed being left alone while my husband is here with another woman." "She's not another woman, she's my wife." "But I'm also your wife, did you forget?" Casandra started to babble. "You're drunk, acting weird." "I'm not weird, I'm your wife, and I demand my emotional needs to be met tonight." "You're drunk!" "I'm not drunk, I just want my needs fulfilled." "If you're not drunk, then you must be crazy!"

"Honey, one more time…" Late into the night, I lay sprawled across the couch, breathless and glaring playfully at my husband, Kylan Beck. Kylan, looking exhausted, held up his hands in surrender. "Darling, if you work me to death in one night, what are you going to do later?" I pouted. "I don't care! I've been away on a business trip for days. You need to make up for it. If you really break, I'll just find a new one!"