Husband In Second Life Novels & Stories

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

He would be busy shaking hands with his business associates at the moment. That was my husband, Ethan Sterling, the CEO and eldest legitimate son of the Sterling Group, the biggest name in tech investment in the whole country. We had never truly met in this life but we were married for four miserable years in my past life. As I thought about my husband, my heart grew colder and an indescribable feeling of sorrow spread from the bottom of my heart until it gripped my whole body tightly that I could hardly breathe. I had once walked into the Sterling family mansion with naive dreams and longing but I was welcomed by a series of devastating social and emotional blows that forced me to the brink

Insurance. Half an hour later Hunter was desperate. I was jumping and drooling, yelling things like How My Pony dances! I tied him to my bed and wouldn't let him go! In addition to other obscenities that I couldn't help but blurt out to see him move. That man was perfect. There had to be someone who looked like him. That was going to be my husband. I knew it. I imagined myself next to him at the altar, holding his hand. Too bad he was already married. We were the perfect couple.

She stirs the pot again, wooden spoon scraping softly against the bottom, as if giving me space without letting me off the hook. I study her for a long moment, then take the glass and drink slowly. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I speak. “I’m thinking of getting pregnant.” The spoon slips from her hand and clatters against the pot. She turns around so fast I almost step back. “Mind if I ask who you’re planning to choose as the father?” I frown. “I’m married, Laura. Felix is my husband.” She arches a brow in mock realization. “Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.”

"Congratulations! The mistress has finally made it official! I won't attend the wedding, but to celebrate your big day, I've specially arranged a dance troupe for you." I clapped my hands again. From all directions, thirty or forty middle-aged women barged out and started beating on drums at the entrance. The city hall was packed, and many people came out to watch. The women were singing loudly. "Congratulations to Mistress Grace for becoming the official wife! Nate picked up second-hand goods. Congratulations, congratulations!" Nate clenched his jaw and pointed at me furiously. "Wendy, are you done yet?!" I couldn't care less. "We were married once. No need to thank me."

"Charlotte Valco, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him through all the days of your life, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others?" Charlotte held Howard's eyes, her past life's scars and this life's resolve steeling her spine, lips parting with deliberate clarity. "I, Charlotte Valco, take you, Howard Carter, to be my husband. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others, as long as we both shall live." Her tone rang true, infused with foresight's edge—vows not of blind faith, but calculated rebirth.

Like they belonged. My chest squeezed tight. "Do they live here?" I asked. The guard followed my gaze. "Them? Oh yeah, long-time residents. She's pregnant now—they've been out walking together a lot lately." Right on cue, some woman passing by waved at Matthew. "Oh! Mr. Langford, out walking with the wife again? So sweet!" He nodded. Didn't even bother correcting her. Vivian just smiled—like she belonged there. Glowing. It felt like getting struck by lightning. My knees almost gave out.

" The nurse replied, with a pitiful tone. The words sliced through her chest. Yulia’s sob escaped before she could stop it. She bent closer, desperately trying to make him see, to make him remember her. "Please, Franklin, it’s me. Look at me! I’ve been here through everything with you, we had a child, our little Jewel, she'd died in a plane crash two years ago and...and.... You’re my husband, I’m your wife!" The door opened at that exact moment. Delilah swept in with the doctor at her side, her heels echoing like a death knell across the sterile floor.

he said. The words hit me like a slap. “You… what?” I asked, confused and he laughed. “Relax, Livia. I didn’t give her details but I made sure she understood that unlike her pathetic excuse for a husband, I actually enjoy my wife.” Hayden blurted out. My stomach dropped. “Hayden…” my voice came out strained, “our marriage isn’t a weapon,” I said. “Oh, but it is,” he replied smoothly as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer again.

This is a new beginning. We finished eating and went straight to my studio. The receptionist greeted us and I instructed her to call everyone. “ Good morning everyone, I would like to officially introduce my husband to you, in the presence of Lawson Webmar, the owner and founder of Lawson groups.” “ I am Lawson Webmar as introduced, I am sorry this is coming late, and I also apologise for any inconvenience I may have caused you guys. I know your perspective towards me might be somewhat, but I promise that wasn't me. The real me is who you are seeing now, keep doing your best for the growth of this establishment. Thank you”. He spoke with courage.