Doting Husband Novels & Stories

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

I was tempted to flip him the middle finger and get this annulment done and over it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "I can pay you!" He snorted, "I doubt any amount of money would make me want to alter my Christmas plans." "A thousand dollars?" I asked slowly. I didn't have that amount, but my bestfriend's parents were rich and she could loan me the money. I hoped. "No," his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Free dog grooming?" Jeanne jumped in. "I don't have a dog. I don't even like animals." Apparently, my husband was also a red flag. And it was time to bring out the big guns.

After signing the contract, Xylo quickly moved into my family’s old house. I quietly watched the footage on my phone from the hidden cameras I had secretly set up around the house. As expected, once Xylo locked the door, he stripped, hugged the tree, and started calling it his wife. I frowned as I watched him kiss the tree’s cracked bark. He did not mind the rough surface or care about the dirt. While doing disgusting things, he said, “Honey, baby, darling, Locust, I miss you. Let’s always be together, okay?”

~~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.

That gap doesn’t shrink. @olívia_ He’s my husband! I like him just as he is, with his 30 years, gorgeous blue eyes, and Kiton suit. @isabelle_ Bet even his underwear’s designer. @rita_ Definitely. @olívia_ As soon as I see it, I’ll let you know, with pleasure. @isabelle_ You haven’t seen your husband’s underwear yet? @isabelle_ was removed from the group @olívia_ Poor thing! She’ll be back in a minute.

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.

He's like a dotting husband, which makes him so adorable. "What's so funny my love?" He asks, looking into my eyes. I hadn't even noticed that I had laughed out loud. Darius runs his hand through my hair, looking intently at me as he does so. His thumb begins to stroke my chin, making my face relax further into his touch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. It's not that I find it funny, but rather endearing. I love how you dote on me like a loving husband would his wife."

Unfortunately, Jennifer ignores her and huffs, “Who the heck are you? You don’t have any say in this matter. It is only between my future husband and me. Now, shut up and leave us alone.” My breath hitches. She didn’t just say what I think she said. Dotty takes a deep breath while she clinches her fists. I instinctively take a step back out of the way and bump into my husband’s firm chest. With steam rolling off her, Dotty spouts fire along with her words. “Now, get this clear, you witch. Connor is my brother-in-law and is married to my sister. You are too late. He is already taken.”