Crossdressing Husband Novels & Stories

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

I sighed, “Of course.” The interviewer, a tall woman with beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes sat in the chair in front of us. She asked, “Lacey, is this our guest?” She nodded, “Yes, this is Harley Frost. Her husband for the last two years was Victor Cross. Victor is the owner/CEO of Cross, Incorporated.” She gasped, “The same man who made it look like he was an eligible bachelor?” I nodded, “That’s the one.”

Throughout the years I spent behind prison bars, I counted down to this day when I would come home and feel Derrick’s arms around me again. But Derick slapped me so hard with the cruelest shock of my life. Imagine getting freed from jail expecting your beloved husband to welcome you with a grand welcome party. Only to meet him wedding another woman and worst, it’s being Live throughout the whole country. My chest palpated, every inch of it hurting so bad. My feet feels ice glued to the ground of the hall’s entrance where I’ve been watching the ultimate betrayal unfolds. watching my husband promising Forever To Another woman at the Alter.

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

His features were sculpted, his presence overwhelming—nothing like the ugly old man of rumors. The maids froze. Hubby? Was this Damian Cross—the head of the Cross Group? He wasn’t old. He was devastatingly handsome. Aria looped her arm through his and looked up at him, possessive and smug. “Hubby, they upset me. Fix it.” She had called him her husband. And Damian Cross never disappointed his wife. It was time these loose tongues learned the price of gossip.

He said, and I actually busted out laughing, I couldn't keep myself from laughing, the dude really thought it was that easy. "Cross, whether you like it or not, we are married, if you wanna be with your mistress you should consider being on my good book then maybe I can set you free so you can be with her because let her move in, let her do whatever she wants, if we don't go our separate ways, she will only remain the other woman," I said. "Stop calling her my mistress, that's disrespectful and she is not your mate," "Then what should I call her? My husband's other woman? It's pretty much sound the same to me,"

Their first birthday together as husband and wife. And Adrian was inside his office, having sex with someone else. She pushed the door open wider, just enough to see. Vivienne Cross was bent over Adrian's glass desk, her designer dress bunched around her waist as Adrian stood behind her, his suit jacket discarded on the floor, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. Vivienne's moans echoed off the walls of the corner office; it was so shameless and loud. "God, you feel amazing," Adrian groaned. "So much better than my wife….. I can't have enough of you…" He groaned; the pleasure and satisfaction were all written all over her face.

Mrs Hart asked, Jules’ veil in her hand as she got to where Cassie stood. Cassie stared into the distance and managed a smile which didn't quite reach her eyes as she replied, “Off to find her Romeo." "Nolan!!” Jules was panting by now as she stood at the end of a hallway lined with many doors. Her husband, Nolan Cross, was in one of them, but she couldn't tell which, so this was the other option—yell. “Nolan!" She yelled again. A door creaked open at the end of the hall, and a blue eyed Nolan stepped out, his brows pulled together in concern.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

it was from unknown number. ' hello, husband to be' George said over the phone. Alex put it on speaker ' George, what do you think you are doing by adducting my wife on my wedding day' Alex said angrily.he laughed ' Mr lover boy, I just want to know why only you always have good things' he said ' to hell with your question, where is my wife? Where is brenda?' Alex said.he continue laughing 'You must have forgotten our agreement, our bet,that I have all what you have,so eat and sleep. Let me enjoy her for sometime. After all you have enjoy a bit and will enjoy later' he said. I could see mocking in his voice.