Falling For My Husband Novels & Stories

“Why do you fight me?” “Because I can,” I whispered, more to convince myself than him. He exhaled sharply, frustration and longing mixing in a way that made the air between us sizzle. “Stop pretending this is just business. Stop pretending you don’t feel it too.” I looked down, because if I met his gaze, I might lose every shred of self-control I had left. “I’m not pretending,” I said softly. “I just… I can’t.” “Can’t what?” “Fall for you,” I admitted, voice barely audible.

“Enzo, when I first met you, I was so scared. I didn’t know how to act around you. But you were so kind to me. You made me feel safe. You made me feel like I was worth something. You showed me a love that I never knew was possible. You showed me what it was like to be with a man who would do anything for you. I approached you with only revenge on my mind. I wanted to get back at your son so badly and I never thought I’d be falling for the father, but here I am, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. I love you, Vincenzo. I love you so much. And I promise to be the best wife for you. I promise to be by your side, always. I am going to be the best mother to our kids. And I promise

But I wished he was more than a friend. I tried to ignore the voice in my head and focus only on my friends. I couldn’t fall for my fake husband. I was almost asleep when I remembered that I had forgotten to set the alarm and my phone was dead. As I slowly opened the door to retrieve the charging cable I had left on the kitchen counter, I heard someone mentioning my name. "I just don’t want to make a rushed decision like you did with Sienna," I heard Wolf say. "What do you mean? You’ve been together with Patrick for a long time. And you love him, right?"

I ran a cloth over a shelf that didn’t need cleaning, trying to steady my hands. “You keep running,” Cassian’s voice said quietly. I froze. He was there, leaning in the doorway, watching me with eyes that stripped me bare. “Because I have to,” I whispered without turning. “Because if I look at you, I’ll forget.” He stepped closer. “Forget what?” “That I’m his wife.” My voice broke. He came to stand behind me, close enough that the air warmed. His hand brushed my wrist, gentle, and the book I held slipped to the floor with a dull thud.

I cut the connection and slide the phone back into my pocket. I reach for the handle of the door and pull it open. I look across the room at my wife. I married her for the name and kept her for the alliance. But as I watch her look up and meet my eyes across the room, I’m absolutely terrified by the realization that I’m falling for her. Luca Moretti doesn’t fall, but the ground beneath me is crumbling fast.

I rolled my eyes at myself and muttered under my breath, half amused, half exasperated, “Damn it, Reid, this is not a movie. This is real life. You’re forty-two, she’s twenty, and your brain just broke.” I laughed softly, a humorless sound, imagining some ridiculous Gen Z thread online explaining exactly what was happening: “Bro, it’s called hormones plus proximity, and you’re just a walking dumpster fire of bad decisions.” And in my head, I nodded ruefully. Yes. That exactly summed up my life right now. Hormones, proximity, stupidity, and an unshakable fixation that refused to obey reason. I stripped down to soak in the hot tub, hoping the warmth would dull my awareness of how painfully ali

He wasn't joking. He wasn't saying it to make me feel good. He meant it. And as I stared at Nicholas Lancaster---my contract husband, my ex-husband's brother, and the man who'd just claimed me so thoroughly I could still feel him inside me---I realized something terrifying. I was falling for him. I had fallen for my ex-husband's brother. And there was definitely no going back from this.

By the time Silas returned, I had already cleaned the sofa and spilled a glass of wine over my dress to make my excuse look real. The fabric clung to my skin, cold and uncomfortable. But that was nothing compared to the panic twisting inside me. Eric was the one I had been with. Eric was the one I had touched, kissed, let myself fall for. I had not fallen for my husband. I had fallen for my brother-in-law. I pressed my fingers to my forehead, trying to calm down. A few minutes later, Silas came back with the dress. “Get changed,” he said coldly. “Then come downstairs with me to greet the guests.”

I'm falling in love with my husband. It isn't dramatic, saying it. No music swelling, no single moment I can point to and say there. It crept in the way water rises in a room with a slow leak so gradual you don't notice the flood until you're standing in it, until it's too late to pretend you're dry. It happened over shipping manifests at midnight. It happened over a bandaged thumb. It happened when he handed me a folder full of every way I could ruin him, because he trusted me more than he trusted his own instinct for self-protection.

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo