Falling For My Husband Novels & Stories

I admitted. She swallowed so hard, staring at me. I don’t know what to say anymore. “Y-You… you’re falling?” she stuttered. I nodded my head. “I am slowly falling for you, wife…” She was so restless. She doesn’t know what to say anymore. I could see it through in her eyes. “I am falling for you each and everyday. That one freaking hour that I can’t see you, it drives me crazy and fucking want to go home to you…”

So she decided to knock again. Thankfully, this time, she heard a very faint but cold come in. She twisted the door knob happily awaiting the face of her soon to be husband. She always dreamt that her husband should be an angel. Eleanor gazed at the figure in front of her and she couldn't help but gape. This is an angel indeed, She couldn't believe she was going to get married to this amazing figure. Suddenly, she was on cloud nine. Thinking of the many things they were going to do together.

His words, full of desire, made me bite down on my lip, trying to control the overwhelming sensations within me, but he saw right through me. “You’re so beautiful, Missy. Let it out. I love hearing you.” Stanley gently nibbled on my earlobe while his hand removed the last, damp barrier between us. Unable to hold back any longer, I let out a whimper and bit into his strong shoulder. “Stanley, you know I’m ten years older than you. This won’t end well.” “How do you know if you don’t try?” “My husband cheated on me. Are you willing to be with a divorced woman?”

Father snarled, turning his back on me. He was already at the base of the stairs when he halted with his wife and then snapped his head in my direction. “If I don't see your husband on Sunday, then forget about getting your inheritance.” His words were followed by a mocking laughter from mother and daughter. With my heart lunged in my throat, I made my way towards the exit and the moment I stepped out of the building, I called Tristan, my boyfriend. “Marry me.” I said the moment the lines connected.

But his boldness shocked her beyond words. Calmly, she steadied her stance. “He is my husband. Of course I love him.” She saw a glint of disappointment flash through his eyes. “And the other question?” “I can't love two people at a time. That means I feel nothing for you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” She started to leave but he pulled her back. “Must you go to him now?” Isa was even more dumbfounded. Surely there was something wrong with the man before her and it was nothing about feelings now.

Leo muttered. As soon as he learned that a marriage was registered between Noah and Esme, he immediately read the details of the marriage contract. That's how he knows that a divorce is not an option. "You said I am yours. But now I seemed to be married to your brother. Do something Leo. I cannot stay married to Noah" she begged him feeling like someone is squeezing her heart painfully. Its just no longer about Noah. When she thought Leo had an accident, she felt that she might not be able to survive without Leo in it. The pain felt unbearable, much more painful than when Noah betrayed her. Now, once again that pain returned. She couldn't bear to even imagine anyone else as her husband, not

I groaned and lifted a hand to my head, only to feel thick bandages wrapped around it. Hospital. The memory came rushing back. Emily. My office. Her hands on me. The shove. Lyra must have brought me here after Emily pushed me. She came to seduce me, thinking I would fall for it. As if I ever could. The only woman my heart belongs to is Lillian. I know I ruined everything. I know I hurt her. But somehow I still believe we’ll find our way back. That she’ll return to me… and we’ll be happy again.

“This is not the place—” “I decide the place,” he murmured, stepping closer. Her heartbeat pounded. “Adrian, you can’t just show up here—” “You forced my hand.” His voice was soft, deadly. “I warned you not to ignore me.” “My husband is back home,” she hissed. “He’s recovering. I’m not doing this—” “You already did this,” Adrian snapped, for the first time losing control. “You think one miracle erases what we shared? What you gave me? What I—”

“Did you forget you married me off to him?” “Your husband?” he chuckled bitterly, fairly amused at my seriousness. “If I didn't know you better, I would assume you were a devoted wife, utterly in love, but you merely have the worst comedic timing,” he laughed again, pausing when he saw the blank expression on my face. “Right?” he raised an eyebrow, waiting for confirmation I couldn't deliver. “Cazzo!” Father cursed. “You're falling for him?” he asked, watching me intently. Lying to him once earned me a stinging slap, and I didn't dare dream of what lying again would strike, so I nodded, my silent admission to falling for my husband.

I begged myself not to stop. “Maybe…” My throat ached as the words pushed through. “Maybe if we had met in a different circumstance, I would have chosen you. I would have loved you as much as you love me.” His lips parted. His breath came shallow, his eyes wide with aching hope. And for one dangerous heartbeat, I almost believed my own words. But then I dropped the truth. “My heart has already fallen for another,” I said, my voice breaking. “Being torn away from him has left me in pain and sadness.”