Freelance Husbands Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What’s wrong with this woman? She didn’t pay a cent for the house or the renovations. She’s basically just freeloading.” “She demanded $5,000 worth of wedding gifts even though his family was struggling! She’s so ruthless toward her own husband!” “Honestly, I think he waited too long for that divorce!” Their remarks nearly drove me insane. I looked at Trevor’s smug and arrogant expression. I felt that all our vows of eternal love were nothing but nonsense to him. His family had bought that house for the wedding. To make sure I had no stake in it, he obtained a certificate of single status specifically for that purpose.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

I screamed as the strong man carried me effortlessly out of the room. “It's about time, I wondered when you would stop calling your husband Mister." He said to me. “You're not my husband you fool!." I was saying but the man had quickly thrown me roughly out of the room room for insulting his boss. “You were married to Mr Shawn... I never knew he was married, you should consider yourself lucky instead of running your little trap." The man said and he took some ropes from a shelf. I backed away from him but there was no place to run to.

If you want them, I won’t stop you. He had given her freedom, something no man she had ever known would do. But the thought unsettled her almost as much as it aroused her. Had he come to the decision out of insecurity, because he wanted to finally give his friends he used to share women with a chance to also have her, or did he do it because he saw her as a person shallow enough to leave him because she wasn’t having sex? And honestly none of those reasons comforted her at all. In fact, if she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she wasn’t handling the biggest revelation from that night well. That her husband used to be lovers with his best friends for years.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

Serenity looked at Carrie and asked, “Where’s your husband? I’ve known you for a while now, but I’ve never met him.” Carrie maintained her smile. “My husband is a workaholic. He’s rarely home and doesn’t stay in Wiltspoon much either. He’s always flying around for business trips and meetings, and only comes back occasionally. “To him, home is just like a hotel. He stays for a few days and then leaves again, sometimes not returning for weeks or even months. Serenity nodded sympathetically. “Men are all like that. They prioritize their careers. Once they’re immersed in work, everything else fades into the background.

My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. Japheth chuckled and spread his arms wide, like he was offering me the world. “Come on, what’s so strange about that? He’s your husband for fuck’s sake. If you don’t take advantage of him, is he supposed to give it out to other people? Just ask him to sponsor. His money is now shared marital assets.”

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

“A few days ago, I saw a piece of news about a woman resigning to shoulder the responsibility of looking after her family and kids. But once the kids had grown up, her husband started to get fed up with her and kicked her out while having a mistress. D*mn, and he only paid tens of thousands of dollars to his ex-wife for divorce. Tsk, tsk. A caretaker or janitor can make at least 3000 dollars per month.” Freya said, “Wives nowadays need to know how to please the man in bed, keep good hygiene, and carry children. As someone who has gone through all these, I find it relatable.” Ryan said reluctantly, “Honey, I’m not that sort of person.” “Who knows?” Freya snorted. “I won’t know whether you tre