El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

"Back in the days when we were married, I was practically treated like a mourning widow. Now that we're divorced, my supposedly deceased husband miraculously comes back to life!" "Joey, spare me your sarcasm. The past is in the past," Zachary said in a stern tone. "Yeah, right. Since you're so fond of the past, just keep on playing the role of my miraculously risen-from-the-dead husband. "But do me a favor and stay out of my sight," Joey retorted with icy words. Zachary simply hung up the phone. He was afraid that one more word from Joey would give him a heart attack. Zachary realized his well-intentioned actions were often misunderstood. He decided it was better to keep his distance.

Fortunately, the ever-dependable Devin quickly thrust forward the rings and after the exchange, the minister enthusiastically pronounced them as man and wife with a traditional “You may now kiss the bride.” Jake turned towards his new wife and lifted her veil. What he read in Rachel’s eyes made him go mush inside. Feeling already intoxicated, he bent to press his lips against hers. He couldn’t help feeling disappointed when nothing happened. What were you expecting you fool? he berated himself. Sparks?! Of course it was…

Loving each other more deeply with every passing year. The unseen husband had become the most present, most devoted, most essential partner. The traitor's daughter had become the kingdom's most respected reformer. And together, they changed the world.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Actually, I was surprised by his sudden decision. "Are you not being rash? I don't want to sound rude, but you want to marry your grandson to a stranger?" I'm starting to think that Mr. Anderson's old age might be affecting his judgment, and his decisions might be getting cloudy. "Who told you that you're a stranger? And please, call me Lolo from now on. Besides, you'll be my granddaughter-in-law in just a week." My eyes widened at what he said. One week and I'll be getting married?! Is he serious?!

“I cannot believe you support all that nonsense. That man is not a good man Daisy. Who knows what lies he will tell Adrian? What he did cannot be forgiven. I still have the scars to show for it. How can you allow my son back to that hell hole?” “I didn’t allow Adrian anything, he chose this and he is my husband, I will support him. You support your husband as well.” “You are supporting nonsense. David is not a good man. I am sure those kids of him are just like him!” “Life has humbled him. He is not that same man you once knew.” “I am very disappointed and hurt.”

He asked and I looked at him with a strange expression. We've been married for three years and he not only forgot my birthday, he also worked until late. It was surprising enough that he wished me a happy birthday but spending it with me too? That was new. “Oh come on Anaya. Don't look so shocked it breaks my heart.” He said as he raised my hand to his lips. “You can't blame me. You're acting pretty strange.” I responded and he walked over to me and sat on the bed. “Listen.” He said, taking my hand in his, “I know we've had some problems but that's normal for every married couple. I messed up a little but we can start afresh.” He said, his eyes falling on my now showing pregnancy.

That was what I was hoping for. I was in the kitchen helping my wife with preparations when the doorbell rang and Isadora and Pedro walked in. Isadora studied Katarina before finally stepping in to help out. All four of us were working together to ensure tonight went well. “ So when they get here maybe you two will be in another room. I’ll drop a subtle hint and get the wheels turning.” I suggested.They looked at each other and Pedro squeezed her hand. “ What happens if they don’t approve, Alejandro?...I’m not going to give up on my marriage and happiness because of fucking tradition.” Isadora snapped as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.

“Okay, ma'am.” She nodded once, she opened the door and strode out, heading to their bedroom. As she entered, she intended to enjoy herself on the couch but changed her mind, she sauntered casually toward the bed. He was wearing trousers without a shirt or undershirt on. Charlene shook her head countlessly to stop herself from drooling over the sight of him. His flawless body sparkled under the spotlight above the bed. “You've been standing on that spot for three minutes, Charlene.”. He said knowingly, laying flat on his tummy while facing her. She composed herself, cleared her throat before walking closer. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were actually married, the same man in the maga