El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

A husband is a substitute for a father figure in a woman's life. ~~~~~~~ No one knows what will happen tomorrow, what we will feel tomorrow, or what we will get. Because tomorrow is a mystery, only God knows. Like now, suddenly Allen is healthy and fit. He is no longer sick like yesterday when he came home from Bali, now Allen looks no longer weak and much more excited. Maybe it's true, Allen is too tired plus the fear that is still in him, and it's only natural that he drops.

Sean was staying at the villa tonight, and I helped him take a bath, attentively providing him with a spa treatment. The bathtub faced a floor-to-ceiling window, and the glass was one-way mirrored, allowing him to enjoy the view outside while bathing. "How many years have you been in this line of work?" "I can't remember, maybe two to five years?" "That's good. While you're still in good shape, you can find a good man to marry in the future." "With a man like you, Mr. Lawson, I'm afraid it'll be hard for me to be interested in anyone else."

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

"From today forward all your problems and sorrows are mine and my entire happiness is yours. I will protect you like a shield from every evil of this world and hold you as mine in sickness and health." Unrivaled Espousal (Unmatched Wedding) the magic of vows.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

She was once married. "Whoa!" He exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the paragraph that spoke about her marriage. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her ex-husband. He pulled the paper closer to his face, reread the information, and scoffed in disbelief. "Things are getting more interesting. Who would have thought the man she claimed was her stalker was her ex-husband?" He spurted out, smiling with his eyes.

He couldn't cover Colton's mouth fast enough. Adam shot him a glare and said, "So what if I did? Weren't you the one who spent last night hugging that photo of us as kids and reminiscing about how time flew?" Colton's face flushed red with mortification, and he started bickering with Adam. Uncle Mike ended the spat with a smack on each of their heads. The warm, lively atmosphere of home slowly made me forget about Waylon. Uncle Mike, however, remained concerned about me. I reassured him and the rest of my family that I was resolute—my marriage was over.

Untouched by disaster. But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers. Aria’s here. Does she know? She looks beautiful… poor thing. Poor thing. I hear that one clearly. My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees. Then I see him. Damon. My husband. He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”