Novel & Cerita Doting Husband

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 expressed his displeasure at his son’s lack of sensibility to take up the family responsibilities and joined his wife in the water, the soothing candles which were lit around the tub relaxed their nerves. Thanks to their daughter-in-law, they can enjoy the smells of world’s hidden gems. “Sì.” Zita answered snuggling into her husband but the man behind her didn’t like her one word answers. “Zita!” He called her, his voice deep and displeased which would’ve scared others if they heard the danger in his tone but she didn’t care. “Che cosa?” She splashed water on him and rested her head on his chest, enjoying their alone time. No matter how many years they lived together, she can’t get eno

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

when we approached the table, otto looked at dante first, then turned to me. “Otto, this is Dante. Dante, this is Otto—my boss.” Otto stood up and held out his hand. To my surprise, Dante greeted him politely. “Nice to meet you. You must be Eveline’s husband.” Dante looked at me and smiled, then wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. Now I’m really going to faint. “Yes, I’m her husband. I’m glad to meet the man my wife speaks so highly of and clearly respects. I wanted to meet the person who treats her so well.”

“I’m your husband, Dorothy.” I laugh. A sharp, disbelieving breath. “Since when?” His eyes flash. “Since always.” “No, Joel. Since legal paperwork and boardroom partnerships. Since joint accounts and inheritance laws. But not in this house. Not in this body.” “You disrespected me.” “You yelled at me like I was a criminal.” He leans back, looking smug in his suit with narrowed eyes. “I was disrespected. As your husband. As Rico’s older cousin. And frankly, as a man.”

I glanced at my wrist watch, it was almost midnight. I dropped the plates and cutlery I was with and moved as fast as I could to the living room. As I was getting to the living room, he was coming in. My heart hitched at the sight of him. Dante Fontaine. The head of Fontaine group of companies. He had features that could make any Greek god cower. He walked into the living room, tall and exuding a powerful aura. I felt my heart skip a beat as his eyes turned to me, dark eyes that I could stare into forever and not get lost. Sometimes, u can't believe that this handsome man is my husband.

“She is darling. And pretty lively for her age. Nothing has slowed her down yet.” “Did you know her husband?” Caitlin asked. “Yeah,” he eased out flatly. “He was a dirty old man. Always flirted with the girls at Hokies and every other bar in The Keys. I wasn’t surprised when he had left Mrs. Potts. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of other women. I wouldn’t be surprised if he cheated on Mrs. Potts during their too long marriage.” “What was his name?” “We called him Dirty Harry.”

“I would also like to thank my husband, Steve, for standing by me and helping make this all work. Honey, please join me up here.” Dominic froze. Husband. Did she just say, husband? His ears rang. The room blurred. His heart felt like it had dropped straight to the floor. A tall man stepped onto the stage. Clean-cut. Polished. Confident. He walked to her side as he belonged there. Like he belonged to her. He placed a hand on the small of her back. Familiar. Intimate. Dominic’s jaw tightened so hard it hurt. Six years. Six years of searching.

“I just want to see you happy. I want us to be okay.” He nodded slowly, a look of smug satisfaction settling over his features. “Yeah. That’s good.” His voice turned stern, the classic husband-tone returning. “But you have to promise me: no sex with anyone else. You’re still my wife, after all.” “Of course,” I said, crossing my arms loosely. “As long as you do the same.” He didn't answer right away. For a heartbeat, he actually looked like he had to weigh the options. Finally, he nodded. “I can do that.”

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.