Falling For My Old Husband Novel Novels & Stories

The air around me suddenly felt too thick, heavy with the ghost of memories I've tried so hard to bury. Why is he here? Why now? He looked so calm, so put together, like the perfect husband everyone believed he was. The kind of man who brought his wife flowers in the middle of the day just to say he loved her. If only they knew. If only they knew that the same hands holding those flowers had always left bruises on my skin. That behind that charming smile was someone who could make my world feel like a prison. But here he was again, standing there like everything was normal.

"It's good whatever you are doing. There's a change in Arthur I hadn't seen since the accident. So, whatever you are doing, please continue and I will support you in every way," "I'm not doing anything," I shyly and meekly uttered. In a twinkle of an eye, two days passed, two days which I had spent avoiding Arthur like he was some plague and I was doing a great job at it, however, on the third day, I had dropped my guard as I walked down the stairs eating an apple while my attention was cemented on the book on my grip when suddenly, the book dropped from my hand and I froze at the feet before my sight and my eyes instantly went up to meet the grey ones of my husband. I immediately looked awa

"I said get out!" Once the door clicked shut, I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Manhattan skyline. I looked toward the direction of town, four hours drive to where the Hale estate sat. A year ago, Sarah was nothing but a boring wife I had lost interest in. Now, she was playing Chess with my bank account, and she was winning.

I just stood there and let my husband hold me. My husband. That word should still have felt like a legal problem. Not this. Not his chest beneath my cheek. Not the way his hands knew exactly how tightly to hold me without making me feel trapped. Not the strange calm slowly settling over me even while the entire world around me was losing its shape. I opened my eyes. Shit. This wasn’t just me starting to like Sebastian again. It wasn’t nostalgia. It wasn’t attraction that had never really died. It wasn’t because we’d slept together, or because he had changed, or because Poppy loved him. It was worse. So much worse. I was falling in love with my husband all over again.

Inez’s husband had passed away from kidney failure when Clara was just 10. Her late husband’s family was wealthy, with businesses in pharmaceuticals and cosmetics, their well-known brand was often seen in TV commercials. Since her husband’s death, Inez had not remarried. Many mature, wealthy men had tried to court her, but she’d turned them all down. Her priority was raising Clara, and she worried her daughter would feel left out if she married again. In truth, Clara had encouraged her to find a new partner to replace her father, always saying her mom was too beautiful and young-looking to stay single forever.

Closing the bathroom door behind me I lean against the door and sat down like a broken mirror. "Unfortunately I'm the reason behind your anger and disappointment, but I don't want to give you problems. Here I'm also helpless, our twisted fate has played this game and tied up us. Kunwar sa please forgive me. I promise I won't show you my face ever. I won't try to interfere in your life, I want you to live a happy life. You're my husband, though I'm not your wife." I wiped my tears and stood to go out. After 2 hours of my crying session, I came out of the bathroom and found him sleeping on the bed very peacefully. I went near him and stared at him lovingly. His hairs fall on his forehead. I wa

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~~ Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. xx ~She’s the flame that melted his cold heart. He’s the glacier that calmed her burning rage.~

At this point, the only thing I could think of was my mother who had a slim chance of survival in the hospital. With my hopes now crashed against the rock, my legs gave way, making me fall on the floor butt first. “You must be delusional to think that father will hand over his wealth to you.” Freya smacked her lips as she and her mother shared a mocking chuckle. “You're my husband's greatest mistake he keeps regretting each day.” It was Sandra's turn to speak this time around. Numbed to my bones, I was unable to speak or react to their words.

“The more you resist…” His voice drops lower. Darker. “…the harder I’ll enjoy breaking you again.” I turn my face away, shaking. But deep in my chest, that impossible heat still burns. A spark. An echo. A faceless memory. And as New York disappears behind the curtain of rain, I understand—with ice-cold terror spreading through my veins—that my life has just been ripped from my hands. Stolen by a man who claims to be my husband. A man I don’t remember.

Not when getting close could get him killed faster. I moved into the small sitting area off the bedroom and dropped onto the low couch, staring hard at the floor. My cheeks still felt warm. I kept repeating the same words in my head, warning myself over and over. This version of Hunt had tortured a man without blinking. He had looked at me with cold distrust since the day I arrived. Falling for him would be stupid. Dangerous. I had already lost one Hunt. I refused to lose another, not before I found out who my husband’s killers were.