Falling For My Husband Novels & Stories

I walked toward him as his actions both surprised and confused me. He nodded, "Yes, I am. I think I have sand in my eyes." "Sorry about that," I expressed. Unexpectedly my legs buckled and I squeaked as I found myself falling. My husband acted quickly, his strong arms catching my back before I landed on the ground. "Are you okay?" He asked as his arms held me affectionately. "My legs feel weak," I revealed. He suddenly carried me, bridal style and said, "Don't worry, I got you."

I really wished I could turn back the hands of the clock — heavens knew I wouldn't have visited dad when he asked me to but now, it was too late. "I should be the one using that tone considering the fact that you betrayed me." She replied with my earlier tone and I could already imagine the scowl on her face. "Jhena you got to believe me. I had no idea about the whole thing until I got home. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm married. It's as if I'm dreaming right now." "It's a pity that your husband turns out to be Artemis, the famous playboy. I hope he changes now that he is married." I didn't respond, hence inviting silence into our midst.

When we finally settled together, I held her close, allowing myself to get lost in the warmth of the moment. A few minutes later we were both naked and I was on her thrusting deeply and fast. She whispered my name I closed my eyes. For those few hours, I allowed myself to forget that I was a husband. I climaxed after she did and became weak. I allowed myself to forget that my marriage was falling apart. I allowed myself to forget that my parents were angry with me. But forgetting didn’t make any of those things disappear. Eventually, the room became quiet as I laid beside her on the bed.

"Then I will be a little jealous. Not a lot. Just a little. Just enough to be your husband. Not enough to be your jailer." We stopped at a red light. He looked at me. "Elena, can I tell you something? I am slowly falling. Not falling like in the movies, fast, dramatic. Slowly. Every day. Every taho. Every pancake. Every shot. Every time Luna cries and I hold her. Every time Leo calls me Mr. Grumpy Handsome. Every time you laugh. I fall a little more. And I am scared, because I have never fallen slowly before. I have only fallen fast, with Vanessa, and it was fake. This is slow. This is real. This is scary."

Yes… my husband, Sebastian Fucking Hawkins. Even now, the words settled strange in my chest, not out of regret, but out of disbelief. Because I never planned for any of this. I never thought I’d fall for Sebastian, not when we were practically strangers forced into marriage, not when all we did was argue and avoid each other for months. But now? Now, I couldn’t even think of life without him.

“Mom, If you need me you know where to find me.” She wanted to say something probably coming from where she stopped about preaching to me to accept her husband as my stepfather just like every damn time we are on call, but my hard gaze gave her away. The room fell silent as I began to walk away, every space in my brain filled with how Annabel had deceived me into falling for her.

He buys me a home. He builds a business for me. He shows up every time. And I don’t know when exactly I started falling. Maybe the night he held me after the nightmare. Maybe the first time he called me “kitten” in that low, dangerous voice. Maybe when he introduced me as “my wife” like the title meant everything. But I did fall, my contract husband, my accidental heart owner. I pressed my hand to my chest, catching my breath like someone had pulled the truth out of me.

Yes, we didn’t start right—but didn’t we find something real along the way? I thought what we had was finally becoming real. I thought we were finally falling for each other. But I was wrong. And now, my husband… was going to marry another woman.

Falling for him would complicate everything. Would probably ruin everything. So I need to stop. Need to push these feelings down. Need to remember that this marriage is a business arrangement and nothing more. But as Ocean smiles at me across the dinner table, as we fall into easy conversation, as he makes me laugh... I know it's already too late. I've already fallen. And there's no going back.

Like a permanent side effect every time he looked at me, touched me, or spoke to me. Has it only been three months? It felt longer. I never expected to fall for him but here we were. I have fallen in love with my husband. It had been a rough start, an unexpected start, but somehow it had all worked out. “You are staring at me,” I scolded him on a soft chuckle. “You love it when I watch you.”