Falling For My Husband Novels & Stories

I can’t see my husband anymore because of the crowd that has surrounded them. Suddenly, my legs can’t hold me up. My knees buckle under my weight. At the same time, a pointed heel on my shoe breaks off, and I fall to the ground with a thud. I shake my head in disbelief. Tears run freely down my cheek. It’s one thing that my wolf went from hungry to mate to heartbroken, with earsplitting howls and piercing cries, but why am I feeling so shattered? He’s a contract! It’s not like I’m in love with him…right?

She leaned forward slightly. “You seduced my husband.” “Your husband seduced me,” I corrected. “And then he chose me.” The silence between us grew sharp. “You got pregnant intentionally,” she said. I laughed softly. “You really think I would choose chaos like that?” “You trapped him,” she insisted. “No,” I said evenly. “I loved him.” Her lips curled. “You’ll never be respected the way I was.” “Respect built on fraud collapses,” I replied. She studied my face carefully, searching for weakness.

“Valerie—” “No, let me finish.” My voice broke mid sentence, tears streaming freely now. “i want the old you back. And I know, I know I agreed to this arrangement. But I had so much faith thinking I'd never fall in love with the version of you I met. Why'd you change? Why are you doing this to me? I want the annoying, irritating Dominic from the beginning back. You’re this… this husband that I’m somehow falling for. And I hate it because it wasn’t supposed to happen. I can't be falling for yo—” The admission shocked me as much as it did him. Falling for him. Real, terrifying love. My hands trembled at the words id just let slip out started replaying in my head. His eyes widened, face etched

I repeated softly, the words sounding unreal even to my own ears. That was when fear truly settled in. Not small fear. Not ordinary fear. But the kind that makes your whole world feel like it is collapsing. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to think. All I knew was that I needed to get to him. Immediately. Because in that terrifying moment, one truth became painfully clear to me— I had fallen for my husband far more deeply than I had ever admitted. And the thought of losing him felt unbearable. I arrived at the hospital broken.

Marcus hesitated. "I'm falling in love with you." Marcus's voice was steady now, sure. "I've been falling since the day you stepped into this house. Every day, a little more. And it terrifies me because I've never felt anything close to this before." "I'm falling in love with you, too," Emma breathed. "I have been since that first night. When you talked about your dreams, your fears, your hopes for the future—I started falling and I haven't stopped."

He murmured, his voice rough with sleep. My stomach fluttered, and I smiled shyly. "Good morning, husband." He chuckled softly before placing a lazy kiss on the top of my head, then I felt him pull me a little closer. “Good morning, husband,” I repeated shyly, knowing how much the word 'husband' affected him. A slow smile appeared on his lips. “If you keep calling me that,” he murmured, his voice hotter than usual, “I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in bed for much longer.”

So please. Go back to the contest."There was a long pause. "Fine," he said.He turned and pushed through the bathroom door.I waited until the sound of his footsteps faded completely. Then I sat down on the edge of the sink counter and pressed both hands over my face. My lips were still warm.But I knew....I needed to be more careful. I needed to be so much more careful.****That night, I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling and tried to be honest with myself."I was falling for him."I didn't want to say it, even just inside my own head, because saying it made it real and real things had consequences.

My brain just went numb. So that's how it's going to be. Me trying to fall in love with him. Do I even want to? There's nothing wrong with that. He's my husband now. That means I have to spend the rest of my life with him. Falling in love cannot be that bad, right?

I beg not to because I don't have anyone to bully anymore. I sit in front of him, then put my hands on both sides, trapping him in my grasp. I'll slowly move my face towards him. "Why? You can't replace me. I'm your husband, as long you divorce me. I'll agree with you replacing me. If and only if I agree." I jokingly said. "Ha ha ha, not funny. Don't claim yourself as my husband." He sarcastically replies to me as he pushes me back, and I lose balance. I fall on the floor and have my butt hurt.

Why did he enjoy teasing me? I stared at him, and uncontrollably, I fell for his body. Once again. It was attractive. So attractive. In a way, I liked the fact that I realized I liked my husband. It was an exciting feeling. Most times, he showed his grouchy part, but I still ended up falling for him. I just couldn't explain how and why. I only hoped he would feel the same way for me, but I really doubted that. He would have probably liked me back if I had had a genuine reason for getting married to him.