Husband Lover Novels & Stories

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

One of the things I was a hundred per cent sure about was that my husband loved me. I was certain—how could he not? What was there not to love? Ever since I met him ten years ago, back when we were still at university, he had always shown me—always proved to me—just how much he loved me.

I stopped pacing and snatched the phone up again, my fingers trembling as I scrolled. There it was. Again. According to the article, I’d been unfaithful multiple times. According to Xavier’s very polished, very curated “truth,” Damian Reeves wasn’t a mistake, or a lapse in judgment, or even a rebound. He was my longtime secret lover. My vision blurred with fury. I wanted to scream. To throw the phone across the room and watch it shatter. Instead, I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to breathe through the heat rising behind my eyes.

He asks, combing her hair with his nails. Mr. Lover Boy! He knows all about love so much, and that was why he left me like total garbage and married that skinny witch, right? She knows about love so much that is why she was screwing me upstairs and savoring that sin as if he does not have a wife. He did not even make a mistake and slip out his wife’s name. What a lover, boy! Love, my foot!

"I can´t tell you how much this means to me Charlotte, how long I´ve waited for this. I promise you, that you will never have reason to regret marrying me. I will give you the best life I know how to give you." And we kiss... The kiss is slow, languorous, warm. His arms wrapped around me, my hands roaming his hair, he moves slightly over me. "I love you." I murmur. "And I love you... And now I´m going to prove it." His face dips, to the hollow of my neck, as he trails kisses over my skin. I arch and stretch as his hands drift over my skin, stroking and caressing. Nuzzling at a breast, he takes the nipple between his lips, suckling gently as it crinkles, hardening to a tight bud. Inside I am

His love for his wife is evident in the way he cherishes and values her, making her feel secure and appreciated. Lola, with her nurturing nature and radiant smile, was the heart of their home. She brought warmth and tenderness to every interaction, creating an environment where love could flourish. Her love for her husband is evident in the way she cares for him, always finding small ways to show her affection and support.

Apollo took his wife together with him to the peak of the enjoyment in the middle of their intercourse. Mr. Apollo landed so many intimate kisses on his wife’s neck, jawline, cheeks, and lips. Then, he began to explore his wife’s challenging and unforgettable twin-mountains. “Oh, Darling… We’ve been getting married for many years… How can you still be the same as the first time we did it? Oh, I love you so much, Darling…” chanted the husband in the middle of his breathless condition. “I love you too… You’re still also the same… You’re still handsome, sexy, stimulating and vitalizing…” chanted the wife also in her breathless condition.

coupon that I'd given him when we first started dating while we were in our teens. On it, written in my somewhat childish handwriting, were the words, "This coupon entitles Robert Bowen to one (1) unconditional wish from Kaitlyn Hudson, valid for one-time use only." Robert then said, "What if I used this to wish for it?" In the past, no matter how fierce our arguments were, or how much we fought and I threatened to divorce each other, I had never once felt afraid that our relationship would really end just like that. The reason was that I knew Robert still had this "wish coupon" he could use as his "get-out-of-jail" card to fight to keep our marriage and prevent our relationship from actuall

On the day I returned to the country, my husband, Dan Anderson, who promised to pick me up, sent someone over instead. She met me at the airport and said smugly, “I bet you’re Dan’s so-called girl best friend.” I anxiously instructed her, “Quick, send me to the mansion on Fortune Street.” That morning, my butler had suddenly told me that my grandfather was bedridden. Hence, I took the earlier flight back home. The woman did not move. Instead, she glared at me viciously. “You’re a despicable homewrecker. I’m going to kill you!” I did not see the first slap coming. In my daze, more slaps quickly followed. Fortunately, I had some basic self-defense skills. I quickly tossed her onto

"Are you sure you want to go down that rabbit hole?" "I have to." I open my laptop and type: Christopher Bell. The name of my so-called husband. Pictures appear. Articles. Some damning, some praising. Christopher Bell, CEO of Bell Energies. "He’s the CEO of Bell Energies?" I exclaim. Michael looks over. "Who?" "Christopher. My... husband." The word tastes bitter. And then—I see him. Tiny. About four years old. Brown hair. Chubby cheeks. "Edward," I whisper.