How Tall Is Aphmau Husband Novels & Stories

“Pablo… I want to help you. You’re the father of my child, and you were my husband. I... I can’t stand seeing you like this.” “No, Jimena.” He avoided her gaze, deeply ashamed. “I don’t deserve anything from you. You don’t have to do anything for me. Just take care of yourself and our son while I recover. I plan to get therapy to overcome my alcoholism. Luckily, I’ve only had this addiction for a few months, and you know I have a lot of willpower when I set my mind to something.”

“We have grown to love our peace and privacy. So, no. We’ll not be doing that.” Then he turned and walked away from the podium without another word, even though the reporters shouted more questions. Myla let out a long, shaky breath and turned off the television. Even after everything, her husband still knew how to stand in front of wolves and make them heel. A low groan from the bed caught her attention. She turned to see Jared’s eyes fluttering open; his brow was furrowed in pain, but his gaze was alert. He immediately tried to push himself up with his good arm but hissed sharply as pain shot through him.

He stood by the door and considerately held the door open for Charmine. All the onlooking girls started to scream excitedly, “Oh, oh, oh! He’s so tall! He must be at least a hundred and ninety centimeters tall!” “Not only is he tall, but he’s also such a gentleman! That’s so attractive for a man to treat his wife so well!” sighed another. “I want a car like that, Hubby!” demanded a woman to her husband.

“I’m Felix Reid. Amara’s husband.” Husband. The word lodges in my chest before I can push it away. My gaze flickers back to his hand gripping her waist. The way he holds her. Like she belongs to him. A scoff leaves me, but it feels forced. I drag my teeth across my lower lips. What was I thinking? That she didn’t have a life of her own? That she existed in some suspended space, waiting to be figured out? Amara pulls away from him quickly, adjusting herself.

Lady Akira said. "Thank you very much," I said with tears swelling up in my eyes. "No don't cry, you've cried enough," she said. As we were eating, a man in his late sixties came in. He was handsome, and I immediately guessed it was her husband, Amun, looks just like him. "Kaidaira, this is my husband, Anwar, my love this is the girl I told you about last night," she said. I stood up and bowed my head as a sign of respect.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

Audrey's POV It was New Year's Eve, and I was buying sex toys. My husband hadn't touched me in months, and the last time he did, he was drunk. He lasted two minutes, rolled off me, cleaned himself up, and said— "You're too heavy, Audrey. It's hard to be attracted to you. Why can't you just lose weight? Slim women can actually move. You just lie there like a sack. It's disgusting. I regret the day I married you."

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."

Eliza smiled first, nudging Amelia but Kora, on the other hand, was still trying to process her shock. “You got married to him?” Eliza whispered, surprise dripping from her tone. “Like… for real?” “Yes.” I affirmed. I couldn't blame her for asking that, after all, I never talked about him even for a split second when they were around. “Wow,” Amelia added. “He’s so… tall.” “Tall?” Eliza repeated. “Girl, her husband looks like he funds world peace with his side hustle.” Before I could stop myself, I laughed. It was at this moment that Finn leaned in and then pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

Stupid fucking doctor. And husband was more stupid to not stop him. ____ A. Gupta