Husband Lover Novels & Stories

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.

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

After signing the contract, Xylo quickly moved into my family’s old house. I quietly watched the footage on my phone from the hidden cameras I had secretly set up around the house. As expected, once Xylo locked the door, he stripped, hugged the tree, and started calling it his wife. I frowned as I watched him kiss the tree’s cracked bark. He did not mind the rough surface or care about the dirt. While doing disgusting things, he said, “Honey, baby, darling, Locust, I miss you. Let’s always be together, okay?”

They’re nothing alike at all, except the faint resemblance in their physical features. “Your brother, Dawson, has he ever had a girlfriend or a first love that I need to be worried about?” I asked him. We’ve been talking about ourselves since we started this so called friendly-date, and to think the reason why I agreed to be here was because of the little I know about my husband. “There’s no sugarcoating it, but your husband was a slut. He doesn’t do girlfriends or love in general. Feelings are not the chemistry he understands or associates himself with. That was how I’m able to tell your marriage with him wasn’t real or genuine,”

I was forcing her to divorce me, but she would not. She did not even lash out at me. Instead, she comforted me. I finally understood her. She truly loved me, but she also loved Sam. She did not want to lose either of us. She was greedy. She wanted to come home to me, and she wanted to have a good time with Sam. The doctor completed his examination. He picked up his phone and reported, “Mr. Reid, we’ve examined him. Not only has Mr. Anderson not slept with anyone recently, but he has not slept with anyone in the past four years.”

The way she still looked after him despite everything. God. He loved her. He loved her so much. Not the way he thought he loved her years ago. He loved her with clarity, with certainty and with the painful awareness of almost losing her forever. The realization settled firmly inside his chest. "I love Sophia. I love my wife."

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

When Tristan tried seeking me out again, one of my good friends chased him off, saying, "Luna already has a boyfriend. Don't get in the way of their happiness." "She's right. Her boyfriend is the heir of the Slater family. You'll regret it if you cross him." Tristan grew so furious at what he heard that he rushed to the dormitory to look for me. The security guards immediately chased him away. No one believed him when he shouted that he was my boyfriend at the top of his lungs. Tristan was finally experiencing what it was like to be ignored and treated as the other lover. He finally understood what it felt like to be stuck in the closet.