Dearest Husband Novels & Stories

Is he that eager to take care of his cousin? "My dear wife." My gaze lowered to Alessandro. "Take care of your dying husband now."

I said, my voice sharp, trembling with a mix of anger and despair, tears streaming down my face. “I only asked you to be my husband on paper—nothing more, nothing less.”

He pressed, "Is this all because of that New Year's Day? Just because I punished you by making you stand in the rain? You crossed the line—" I cut him off. "Crossed the line? You really think so highly of yourself. Who told you I wanted to have kids for you? Before we married, I made it clear: Jack would be my only child. You knew how much I cared for him, yet you didn't trust me. You never treated me as an equal. Now you want me to return to being your unpaid servant? "Too bad for you. That won't happen. We're done. From now on, we go separate ways. We'll live separate lives and never cross paths again."

he exclaims “It’s all I want, besides waking up next to you every morning. “ “I…” I exhale heavily, “The timing is really bad.” “Why?” “Because… I don't know. It’s too soon, and the company is still so new, and…” I run my hands in my hair, almost too forcefully and Dominic wraps his arms around my wrists. “Violet, look at me. “ I do and he says. “I love you. I have loved you all my life and I am the happiest person to be your husband. You are making me twice as happy now that we will be parents. There's no better timing for this. Any moment is great timing because I want us to have kids. “

I shook Evangeline's hand off. The diamond bracelet on her wrist dazzled so brightly that it made my eyes hurt. "Julian is my legally-wedded husband. No matter what he left behind, I'll inherit it." Outside, Leo kicked the door open. When he saw the bare, empty room, he frowned. Leaning against the doorframe, he waved the IOU in his hand, reminding me that the gambling debt was not a small sum. Yet I declared firmly, "I'll take responsibility for this five-million-dollar debt."

"You—and our son—are the most precious gifts in my life. As long as you're both safe, nothing else matters. Those earrings can be remade, but I only have one wife." His words flowed through me like a warm current, washing away all the heaviness in my heart. Right. My husband was Christopher Hayes. There was hardly anything he couldn't do in this world. And I shouldn't have doubted his love for me. "Don't you ever apologize for something so minuscule again," he said firmly. Then, he pinched my cheek gently. "All you need to remember is that no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side." I nodded and leaned into his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

I looked down at the table, with my fingers tracing the edge of my glass. “I’m sorry, For how my husband acted yesterday" I said. "He embarrassed you, seriously he didn't mean to. He was just being a man that loves his wife ... and I know you didn’t deserve that.” with my statement, Leo tilted his head. “He was just being a man that loves his wife?” he asked with a sarcastic smile. I paused. Why did that word sound wrong in my mouth now? why did I even call Damian my husband? “Yeah,” I said quietly. “he really loves me.”