Husband And Wife Romance Novels & Stories

“I’m your husband. Or did you forget that just because you’re busy working with that Lennox?” Riyana stared at him, stunned. “What nonsense are you talking about?” she shot back. “Don’t try to drag my name through the mud just to cover your own affair.” Her voice shook, but she didn’t stop. “I saw you,” she continued. “With another woman. Don’t twist this around on me.” His eyes darkened. “And do you think I didn’t see you?” he snapped back. “Every day. Him walking you downstairs. The way he looks at you. The way you smile at him. Even a blind man could see it.”

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

Papa Quinn and Mama Quinn, the anchors of the family, shared knowing smiles, witnessing the enduring love that had unfolded under their roof. Nathan and Ella, a couple whose journey had weathered the storms of life, stood as a testament to the resilience of true love. Six years of marriage had woven a tapestry of shared dreams, challenges overcome, and countless moments of joy. The couple radiated happiness, their commitment to each other echoing through the halls of the mansion.

He will surely be a very good husband. It is still a big puzzle to her why her sister is not content with being a simple housewife. Maybe people are different. Her, she would be happy to be Alexander's simple wife, taking care of him, making him happy. They both seem so simple, they just happen to be from two different worlds. But they have met and it looks like they both have fun. It was late when they got back to the resort. He invited her to the beach for dinner. It turned out that he prepared a table right on the beach. They were the only two in that part. He is a very romantic person.

I took the phone from him. A picture filled the screen. Selene and I, standing outside the restaurant from last night. Holding hands. And the headline read: "Spotted at Last: Billionaire Sebastian Kingsley Seen Holding Hands with Wife After Three Years of Marriage." My jaw tightened slightly as I stared at the screen. "Three years," I muttered under my breath. Julian leaned casually against my desk, crossing one ankle over the other. "Apparently the world finds that very interesting." I handed the phone back to him.

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.

he asked She sighed before replying, “It is said that no matter how much your husband loved you before marriage, they all change after marriage, they want their wives to cook for them, clean for them, do the laundry, have babies, then cook, clean and wash for the babies too , the romance flies out of the window and ...,” she blabbered on.

Several months later, after the honeymoon, Rome and Bridgette lived truly as a married couple. Bridgette and Rome were on a romantic date for a walk in the park. It was a bright sunny afternoon. The sun cast a warm glow over the botanical gardens, filtering through the leaves of the surrounding trees as they held hands. Recalling how stunningly handsome her husband was in beautiful Cancun, Mexico, she couldn't believe she was married and had fallen in love.

He seemed to be enjoying this little show as he leaned in on me the moment I hit the wall with nowhere to run to. "You don't know how to act as my mate?" he asked and then lifted his finger and caressed my lips "What do husband and wife do, Hazel?" I felt spell bounded. More than that, I wanted him to just take my lips already. Is it the concoction? Why do I want him so badly. I bit my lips before replying, "Husband and wife make love;we are not in love." He groaned, "Hazel, we don't have to be."