Husband's Lover Novels & Stories

“I don't love you, Gwen. I never did, and you know it. You're only here because you had my child, but now your time is up. I've put up with your disgusting presence far too long, tried not to lose my temper with you every single time, but I can't take it anymore.” A bitter wail spilled from my lips. I made no effort to conceal it. I wanted him to hear, to hear the excruciating pain his words caused. I was stunned, expecting Henry to take his words back. I expected it all to be a figment of my imagination—a dream I would wake up from and resume my life the next day. Yet, no matter how many times I pinched myself, the cold reality remained. The harsh truth was staring at me in the face—this wa

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!

How could I explain that my lover was married—and I was not the bride? I had no plans of coming back soon. Not until I found the right words to answer her questions. Henry — damned wherever he is with that bitch of a wife. They were perfect for each other: a pretender and a troublemaker. How had I once thought we were perfect? Maybe coming to the library wasn’t a good idea; it dragged my thoughts back to that bastard, and I hated myself for it.

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.

I asked, a bitter taste washed my lips at the mention of my lover. Hunter shook his head “Nahh more than lover” he said with a smile. I narrowed my eyes. What bond could she have stronger than him being her lover? “Did he reject her mate bond?” I asked. He shook his head “No” “Then what is the relationship between them? Say something hunter, you are my best friend after all” He sucked in a deep breath and turned to me “He…They…They were married before her Allah sent her on the errand that made us catch her and her friends. He is her husband” he said

I said softly, almost without realizing it. He stopped walking, turned to look at me. “You’ve been careful with all your other lovers?” I shook my head. Lightly, without burden. I was even confident enough with the answer I was about to give. I wetted my lips, looked into his eyes deeply, and said in a husky voice: “There are no other lovers. No one. Only my husband. And that was only once. And now you. I swear.” Ryder’s expression changed. Those eyes… oh, those eyes seemed to light up. There was something there—relief, surprise, and maybe, just maybe… pride.

" I scream, closing my ears, crying. "Who the hell was that?! Your lover?" He comes close to me and I run to the bed. "I told you before. You will never be more than my husband in name. I'm even disgusted falling you that. You don't know how much I abhor you." "I asked you a question! Was that your lover?!" "If you know it so well, why do you keep asking? Yes, that was him!" "You will not step foot out of this house. You will have no phone, no freedom." He says, moving closer to the bed.

“Tanya! I’ve been with you since I was 18! How can you be this heartless? You’re misinterpreting me! “You promised me that we’d sleep together 12 times a month, and that you won’t touch your husband at all. That’s why I agreed to be your sugar baby! “You’re a liar. I want to break up with you! I no longer want to give you a chance to hurt me!”

Is he jealous? "Why not, your father is my husband and—" I was blown on the bed, and our position was reversed. He looked at me sharply like a starving tiger. "And I am your lover, your affair, who wants your body all the time. I will never let you go. We will stay like this even though I marry another woman."

I caught a brief glance of the person and realized it was a woman, only it was too quick for me to make out who she was. Do you still think you don’t need a lover? My mind asked me mockingly, as I helplessly watched my husband and his lover speed away.