Novel & Cerita Husband Lover

"Oh, my darling, Lisa, I just collected the proofs. I didn't force him to sleep with another woman. You should know that he has no feelings left in his heart for you. Last night he slept with one woman, tonight he can sleep with another, and so on. He will not come back to you. What will you do? Think carefully and come back to me. I will be loyal to you forever." "Shut up." Lisa stood up and retaliated. Her eyes turned bloodshot in anger, "I will never leave him. I am his wife and he will never deceive me. If he is angry with me, I will convince him. Stay away from us." Daniel Brooke laughed loudly as if he heard something very funny, "One click, and your husband will be famous in the entir

" I looked to my side and saw Brad standing there with some wine in his hand. I got up slowly confused why he was here until I saw his friend Harry who was a very known business man. He must've invited Brad.. "You look gorgeous" I didn't really pay him any mind. His hand reached out and cupped my cheeks. "I'm sorry I've been a bad boyfriend OK?. I was just upset about the way your boss was acting. I don't like him nor the way he looks at you" "There's nothing going on. Why can't you see that? He's married and I'm with you and I love you"

She didn't even need to know that it was just a fake marriage. All she needed to know was that he and her sister had a problem, as he said. Even if she asks her sister, Mia will surely say that they have a problem with the distance. That's what he often complains to his "kind wife," although that complaint isn't sincere. What the hell would he need her for there? He would only remember what she had done to him if she was always there. Let her enjoy her affair with Mason. When the day came, he still had the last laugh.

"What?" Henry nodded. "I love him a lot." "Since when?" I demanded. Henry loved Wilson? When had that happen? Had they even been around each other enough? I never thought Henry would be the type to go after someone I was after. "Do you think he would choose you? I've loved him for longer than you have!" The words slipped out of my mouth and Henry brought his hands to his heart, his face scrunched up in delight. "Aww! I knew it!"

The reason she did all this was simply to go on vacation with her lover. The anonymous post continued. [Someone asked whether I love my husband or my lover more. Of course, it's my lover. The tattoo on my waist is of his name and mine. My husband is dumb enough to think it's his.] [But when it comes to marriage, you still need someone who washes your clothes, cooks your meals, and gives unconditionally. A lover isn't suited for that kind of dirty work.] Those words felt like invisible hands tightening around my heart. So she married me only because I was her obedient lapdog.

“I hope you like it.” Emily smiled and kissed Harold’s cheek. “Thank you. It’s so beautiful.” “I’m glad you like it. If you want, I can send you flowers more often.” She shook her head. “No, you don’t need to do that.” He let out a long sigh. “If I’m your lover, won’t you want to get flowers from me?” “I …” She gulped because she couldn’t give what he asked. However, she didn’t want to spoil the day. “You are my husband, not my lover.”

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

He seduced her playfully. Soon, Pablo’s mouth was exploring his wife’s intimacy, whose taste had always been a delight to him; however, they had been distant for so long that he had forgotten how much he loved kissing, licking, and sucking her there. For her part, Jimena surrendered to the pleasure her husband offered her, forgetting all the negative feelings that had overwhelmed her during those days when he had treated her coldly. Although memories invaded her mind to warn her that the tears he caused her outnumbered the happy moments, she sought more than one justification not to tarnish that moment, and thus keep alive the hope that everything would change between them and they would be

Inside the room, Isabella held Adeline trembling in her arms. “Mom… Jason never loved me. He brought his lover here today. I don’t want him anymore.” Adeline sobbed so hard her voice shook, her eyes red and swollen. “Adeline, don’t say that,” Isabella whispered, wiping her tears. “Jason loves you deeply. He’s terrified of losing you.” But Adeline only cried harder, convinced her husband was with Celine. ***

his words were just too truthful to be a lie, he drew closer this time, and I stood firm, staring at the sincerity in his eyes. "I love you Elara...and I'm sorry you didn't feel that love from me." He said, his eyes fixed on my lips. He gently wiped the tears off my cheeks. "I love you too, Mason," I said with my cracked voice. I hugged him...for the first time, I felt my husband's warm body. I always wonder what he smelled like up close. Hey smelt just like I had imagined in my head. I broke the hug, staring at his eyes, and he gently pushed the hair blocking his view to the back of my eyes.