Husband And Wife Novels & Stories

“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!

She was his wife. Everyone stood. Clapped. Cheered. Six people making enough noise for a hundred. They broke apart. Breathless. Smiling. Married. "Hi, wife," he whispered. "Hi, husband." They walked back down the aisle. Together. Hand in hand. Husband and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Knight. Forever starting now.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"Ready for anything, as long as it's with you." And as I held my wife – my queen – in my arms, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. King and queen. Alpha and Luna. Husband and wife. Forever.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“Hello, husband.” The voice was distorted, but Julian recognized the cruelty beneath it. Alexander Sterling. Julian closed his eyes. “You have her.” “I have something you want.” “If you've touched her—” “Save your threats. You're standing in an abandoned hospital with a gunshot wound that hasn't healed properly. I have your wife, and you have exactly fifty-eight minutes to decide whether she lives.” Julian looked at the photograph again. “Let me speak to her.” A pause followed. Then he heard a faint sound.

Mashhub looks contented and so are his wives, the duo look very happy with each other's company. They don't act like cowives but siblings and he is also like a brother to them not a husband.

I'm glad nobody knows that we seek to make each other suffer. After setting the table, I called in the minister and my husband. "I can see now that you guys are in a springtime of love." The minister's wife said. "What's the springtime of love?" The minister asked. "It's a season when couples can't stop pouring out their love." She answered. "Venessa told me about it." Martin held my hand. I wanted to push his hand away but I smiled at the minister and his wife. "Venessa, what do you like most in your husband?" The minister's wife asked.