Novel & Cerita Husband Lover

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.

"How would I know your husband is Jesse Swain? You said you hate your useless husband! You said you would divorce him soon! You held me and said that I was your true love! Snow Wardle, you liar! I hope you suffer!" "Shut up!"

she said when she broke the kiss. "I love you, too, my nymphomaniac slut-wife," I replied. Another kiss, and then she said, "You know that this makes you a cuckold husband, right?" "Technically, yes," I answered. "By the strict definition of the word. But I tend to think of a cuckold as a guy who's being forced to accept that his wife is screwing other guys. I prefer to think of myself as a horny, kinky, somewhat-deviant, sex-addict husband who has an insatiable, sexy wife whom he loves very much."

“You’re always so rough with me. Tell me—am I the one you love most?” Through the narrow crack in the door, I saw Jill Spencer draped across his body. He must’ve been drinking as his words were slurred, but I couldn’t tell how much of what he said was true. “Love you? Don’t be ridiculous. I just like doing you. The one I love most is obviously my wife. “She’s my muse—my first love, the one I cherished in my youth. She’s the love of my life. No one will ever come close.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Also, don't forget that the version of me who loved you existed in the past. "I stopped loving you the minute you revealed your plan to keep the child and get rid of me. All I feel for you now is hatred." Just then, a nanny noticed the tense atmosphere between us and immediately hurried upstairs. Bryce was afraid they would make a scene and alert Derrick, so he hurriedly lowered his voice and snarled. "Fine, I'll apologize! Is that what you want? Think carefully, Jessica. You were my girlfriend. You've crossed the line by marrying my father!"

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

"And that you don't remember the last decade." "Not a single day," I confirmed. "Do you remember Liam?" "I do," I smiled faintly, glancing at the man beside me. "I remember him as my childhood best friend." Liam’s jaw tightened slightly at the phrase, a flicker of something raw passing through his eyes before he masked it. Vienna caught the reaction instantly, her pen pausing over the paper. "And how do you view him now?" Vienna asked gently. "He's my husband," I said simply. "He's a bit rigid, terribly serious, and occasionally very annoying... but I feel safe around him."

"You know everything about them hits different, the way they take care of their lady, the way they respect their lady, the way they protect their lady, the way they admire their lady, the way the cheris their lady, the way they kiss their lady, the way they make love with their lady. everything, husband." Arthur listened to her list in amusement, a playful grin spreading across his lips. "Well, it seems I have some competition," he said, his voice filled with mock concern. "But I wonder, babe, do these fictional men also deal with your mood swings, your cravings at all hours of the night, and your random bouts of cravings for pickles drenched in chocolate?"

We are created to love and be loved, and I believe we can all agree that love is the most fantastic and indescribable emotion known to mankind. Isla was the happiest woman when she married Zero Cohen a few years ago. Zero is a caring, loving, and thoughtful husband. But was he said before was true. He isn’t perfect. They have a happy married life, but it’s not always rainbows and happiness. They argue. They fight. They have misunderstandings. But Zero’s always ensured they won’t sleep until they made up. Zero isn’t perfect, but he always tries to be one. He was the kind of husband that every woman’s dreamed of. And she was lucky to be his wife.