Husband And Wife Novels & Stories

The crowd broke into an uproar. "No wonder… The Yorks are one of the greatest aristocratic families! Their status is just below the Campbells!" "I've heard the CEO of York Group is handsome and devoted to his wife. After getting married, he hardly goes out for business or social events and only focuses on his family. No one even knows who his wife is." "So, it turns out Ms. White is the wife. No wonder she carries herself so well. Any man would want to protect her."

And we found ourselves sitting with happiness in our heart, like a young child yearning for folktale story. “It is so easy to fall in love, the woman said, voice warm and steady. The real work is staying there, maintaining the love you had at first, loving your wife even if she becomes pregnant and has a big nose or grow fat. Love and respect your husband even if it is too difficult to do so.” “Never go to bed angry, the man added. And make sure you laugh together, call and check on each other, exchange gift every single day.” We both sat quietly, soaking in their words like sunlight.

Cold washed all over me and I went statue still as memories of that night suddenly assaulted me. Oh God no. "We went down to the city hall in Vegas on September eleventh and got married." He said. "The day of my wedding," I croaked, "But we were drunk. This can't be legal. This is crazy." "On that, we both agree," the man growled. I glanced down again to confirm his name, horrified that I needed a document to tell me my own husband's name. All i could remember from that day was grieving my hopes and dreams, playing rock paper scissors drink with a stranger and staggering out of the bar.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I drafted a contract days ago to set a boundary, I didn’t need him and my space, and neither do I want to be in his space. ‘Contract?’ he blurted out, surprised ‘Why would we need a contract as a married couple?’ he asked in disbelief as he slowly drew out the content of the contract out. ‘This isn’t a love marriage, so some boundary needed to be set’ I said with a scoff. What was he expecting for us to be all lovey dovey and all over each other? What a jerk. I rolled my eyes. ‘We are to stay in seperate rooms? What about today that is our wedding night?’ he said, looking at me surprised, is this guy being fr right now? I was too tired to argue with him today.

I ask, raising my eyebrow in question. "Oh my goodness!" one of the older couples on our table said. "I wish all of our husbands were like that." "I know, right?" the other woman added as she turned her nose up to the man sitting beside her. "All they know is to take care of themselves." "Mr Vexley, it is an honour to be seated at the same table as you are," the husband of the first woman said, stretching his hand to me. "I am Mr Stone of Stones and Bricks, and this is my lovely wife, Anna Stone," he said, motioning to the older woman.

Mar Edith Jeferson and her husband, Freeman Jeferson, moved to the city three years ago, they had a 9-year marriage in which they lived for people as if they were the happiest couple in the world, perfect for each other. They are successful professionals and had no children, she was light brown, always extroverted, her husband had a reserved personality, he was an extremely kind man, in all aspects they were good people. The couple leads a life that everyone dreams of, they always are happy, their neighbors have never seen them fight, they have seen them working in the garden.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“Celestine, enough!” He grabbed her wrist violently before another slap could land on me. “Don’t touch her!” Celestine let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t touch her?” she shrieked. “You’re defending her now? Have you gone mad too, Kenny?” “She is my wife. It is you and your husband who are insane,” Kenny said coldly. Then he held my hand gently and helped me up, my trembling body collapsing weakly against his chest. For a brief moment, I felt safe in his arms.