Crossdressing Husband Novels & Stories

, that’s why.” “Shut up and did I tell you anything about your dress-up? When I told you then denied, now what happened?” “That’s why I wore that dress as atonement; if you didn’t like that then you should tell me; I would try to wear a more revealing dress. After all, I’m a billionaire’s wife.” She chuckles sadly looking at him, but her sudden confession makes him angrier and he gets down from the bed and approaches her. “Now tell me what you want to prove with your lame excuses.” “I don’t want to prove anything, Ellen; you wanted to know that’s why I said.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek looking at her. “Then why did you take the alcohol when you know you have no tolerance?” She loo

He was about to carry on with the officiating and pronounce the couple husband and wife when just then, the huge cathedral doors were pushed open, letting in a handsome olive-skinned man who was dressed smartly in a navy blue Italian suit and black sleeve with no tie. The whole congregation turned back in surprise to look at the intruder. They thought he had come in to stop the wedding in reply to the priest’s earlier statement, like how it happens in the movies. Sheena and Dominic turned at the same time to look at the man who stood at the entrance of the church. Sheena's eyes grew big like saucers as recognition and realization hit her like a wave of salty sea water on the beach. This was

I'm so tired. I was going back to the kitchen when Everett came down wearing an expensive looking black suit. His hair was gelled back nicely enhancing his pretty eyes, I sigh. Never in my life have I ever imagined that my husband will make me set up his dinner date, dressing all fancy for some other women while I have nothing to say about it. I don't love him, this marriage is just for business but the fact still remains that I'm his wife and he is my husband. He looked at the table setting emotionless before looking at me.

I can't believe I will eat this fancy food in Infront of me. "No worries, my job pays well and it's my decision to spend it. Anyway..." And we discussed so many things. From hobbies and interests. It's shocking we almost have the same hobbies like games, arts and such. Except for idol simping which the fact a hobby I hide from everyone especially here since it's her husband... I really have fun though. I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time.

" 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."

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, into the sink. "I guess we didn't make it past the seven-year itch after all," I murmured. Seven years ago, Dad, Don of the Sassi family, held a gun to my head and told me not to marry Stefano. I married him anyway, for love, for a soldato who had nothing but ambition back then. I gave up my birthright, my crown, and my family's empire to build his instead. I played the perfect housewife, funneling him money and dealing with his enemies. Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne.

“I know you’re a well-known doctor now while I am merely an ex-convict. There’s such a huge gap between us, it’s only normal that you look down on me. But I did so much for you back in the day, and I also went to jail because of you. You can’t be so cruel.” “I’m not lying. I really am married. Here’s a picture of my husband.” Roxanne showed Calvin a picture of Gordon that she had secretly kept. Calvin took the picture of Gordon and pretended to look at it for a while before he asked in surprise, “That’s your husband?” “Yes.” “I knew you were lying to me. Doesn’t he have a wife? I saw that he was on a Christian pilgrimage with his wife on the news a few days ago. How could he be your husband?

He pointed at the plush couches. And then he turned to my smug husband. “This is so romantic, by the way, Xander. I am so used to having all these women coming over for their dresses with their husbands' credit cards or their own. I am not saying that they're all dependent on their husbands. Some of them are just boss babes. So, I am so used to them doing the shopping. But this is like one of the very few times I have seen the man himself come. And probably the first time I am seeing him being so actively involved in the choosing of his girl's dress."

~~Julie~~ My husband, Ryan, is standing on the karaoke stage, making a fool of himself. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, his tie long abandoned, and his cheeks are flushed from too much whiskey. “And I………will always love you…..” he sings, closing his eyes. His voice is terrible.