Freelance Husbands Novels & Stories

She gave an awkward laugh. "If you see anything you like, just buy it. Spend this brat's money as much as you want. He deserves it for making you angry. Willow's still young and hasn't seen much of the world, so she might as well come too. You've always been the sensible one. You understand." I didn't answer. I just looked at her. After a long pause, I spoke softly. "If you had a daughter, would you be okay with her husband openly bringing his mistress home?"

Knight replied, his tone carrying that casual, infuriating nonchalance only the obscenely wealthy seemed to master, “your husband is fairly clever. He even switched hospitals to do the tissue typing. Unfortunately for him, that hospital also happens to be under my name.” Even without seeing his face, I could somehow picture it—him smiling smugly, clearly pleased with himself, as if this revelation amused him. Then his voice sharpened, growing suddenly intense. “How I know isn’t important. What is important is what you’re going to do next, Walsh. Your husband isn’t just hurting you—he’s hurting your son. Don’t tell me you can swallow that too—”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"I want to have sex…lots of sex." Damn. My cousin Marcus was right. My life has been so boring. "Well, you can easily do all those things within six months. Except for the Iceland thing, you need to have money to do that." "I have the money." I answered cockily. He smirked. "Then everything's easy." "It's not. It's not that simple." I sighed. "I just can't leave my work." "What? You're going to spend your six months working?" he asked incredulously. "That's just… fucking sad and depressing."

If the views hit 100 thousand, I'd cut another 14 grand. The realtor's eyes lit up, and they started a video on the spot. "This is the love nest a cheating husband and his mistress built. The wife is willing to take a massive loss and dump it cheaply!" The video went viral immediately. When Nate saw it, he called me and yelled into the phone. "Wendy, do you really have to do this?!" I laughed. "What's wrong? Wasn't I right? Trash deserves to be called out!"

I looked confused into his eyes. “A freelancer? Like what exactly is that?” I started to feel uneasy and wanted to leave. “I do very well for myself doing what I do and it’s a great gig I have. I have a very large nest egg and would take extremely great care of you Andie.” He tried so hard to be convincing. “So you don’t want to tell me what you do as a freelancer? That seems interesting to me, honestly. Maybe not interesting in a good way though.” I replied to him.

I dreaded seeing him naked. But my husband was indeed a hard-working man with several business outlets in the county of Kiambu. He was respected even in our locality in clubs, churches and social joints he used to go. People thought we were the perfect couple but I was sexually starved and my husband was doing nothing to make it work. Him being the provider made him think that is enough for me and our 2 children we had gotten together since we got married.

Alex POV I was rushing to work because I woke up late, What dad said last night is really boiling in me, How can I get married within 14 days, when all the ladies I came about are nothing but whore and stupid, let me introduce myself . I am Albert Alex but my friends called me A2, 25 years old, handsome , rich and outspoken , I hate women, all they ever wanted was sex!!, sex!!, sex!! And money, so I treat them as a trash they are, I fucked them like crazy , I don't care if I hurt them or not, i am addicted sex freak, ladies flock to me like magnet , it happens that today I was very angry and confused , my birthday was in 4 days and daddy said I must bring a wife home, I can't take those bitc

Now, the shares, likes, and comments had already exceeded ten million. There were all sorts of comments in the comment section. “What? Stanley Batton is basically saying that he’ll torture all of you single folks with a single act of affection every day.” “Hehehe. This only applies to other people’s husbands. My husband earns five thousand dollars a month, and we even split the bills evenly.” “I’m the same as the person who commented above. My husband earns ten thousand dollars a month, and he never gives me any money. Sigh…” “Sob sob. I’m willing to trade fifty years of my life for someone like Stanley Batton… However, wouldn’t Stanley’s parents be mad at him for doing this?”

To escape his harassment, I moved to a different city. Meanwhile, Shawn and I officially got together. Our relationship remained stable and strong. The next time I heard about Eanes was six months later. His company had gone bankrupt, and his parents had forced him to marry a wealthy businesswoman in her 50s. As for what happened after that? I didn't know—and honestly, I didn't care.