Husband Exchange Novel Novels & Stories

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

A small smile settled on her lips. "This one's different from yours. It has my name and Miles's engraved inside." When we got married, Miles told me our rings would be one of a kind. He spent a full month designing and making them. On our wedding day, I cried just looking at them. After that, I showed them off to my friends for days. I never thought the love story I had been proud of would turn into something another woman used to show off. I tightened my hands in my lap and forced my voice to stay steady.

The husband asked for confirmation from his wife. "Yeah!" the wife loudly answered. "Thank you so much!" He can't control his excitement that he used to wait for a long time and finally he kissed his wife's tummy with tears in his eyes. Jane observed the full happiness of her husband at that time. And she even thinks about how perfect their life was.

“Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a little jealous?” I was once again stunned by what I heard. After walking for some time, Zachary finally stopped and turned to look at me. “Is that man very close to you? Don’t linger at the gate speaking with outsiders in the future.” Then another thought followed, full of resentment and dissatisfaction. “She and I have never spoken for that long before.” I stared at him in bewilderment, unable to make sense of him. Was he not supposed to be a man ruled by his appetite, one who found every pretty woman irresistibl

On Manav's point, Shivansh's grandmother replied, "Now that they are married, both of them are still husband and wife. Therefore, their housewarming ceremony will take place first. Only after that will these two come inside." Manav cried and said, "Grandma, do whatever you want. But please do it a little quickly! I can't stand this any longer!" Shivansh's grandmother gestured to Nidhi. So Nidhi went and brought rice from the kitchen in an urn. Their marriage had happened so suddenly that they did not have time to perform all the rituals, but now the marriage is over. No matter how you wish now. Nidhi placed that urn in front of Ruhi. Although Ruhi was unconscious, she could not drop the Kala

Seraphina’s POV “What is this? Expired canned sardines?” Dante’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusing. My heart skipped a beat. “Calliope, you’ve been married to me for three years, and you still don’t know I’m allergic to nuts and seafood? Tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?” Dante, my husband, dressed in a tailored English suit, sat at the jasmine-covered dining table, looking as commanding as ever. He never allowed anyone to contradict him—not even me, his wife.

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”

So, this man is the husband of the Count’s daughter. “So, you married his daughter-“ “Viola,” he grunts, pouring another. His butler offered to serve him but was refused. “My wife,” he scoffs. “Was such a beautiful woman. I asked her old man for a hand in marriage in exchange for trading.” “Trade of what?” “A partnership my wealth for the Rainbow Whale scales.” I frowned as another harsh cough escaped his lips. “You offered a trade of your wealth for whale scales?”

‎The wife hurls a glass of red wine straight into the blonde’s face. ‎Gasps ripple through the crowd. ‎The husband tries to run. ‎Slips on the spilled wine. ‎Lands flat on his back in the middle of the dance floor. ‎His toupée slides clean off and lands in a bowl of caviar. ‎Babya cackles beside me. ‎“Oh, Houston,” she sighs, wiping tears of laughter. “Never change.” ‎I stare at the chaos. ‎At the screaming. ‎At the toupée floating in fish eggs.

Christiana asked, appearing beside me with a glass of sparkling cider. "Mrs. Kings," I repeated, testing the name. "I like it." "You look beautiful. And happy." "I am happy. Ridiculously, stupidly happy." Across the room, I watched Damon dancing with Tommy. My husband was trying to teach our son some kind of complicated step that involved a lot of spinning. They were both laughing. "He's different," Christiana observed, following my gaze. "Quite lighter, can't believe that the big bad mafia lord is married to my innocent perfect Annabel and is waltzing himself with his son. Wow, such a story. This will make a good novel you know."