Husband's Lover Novels & Stories

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

"Maybe she just can't bear to part with her husband's wealth and assets. It's just that the mistress has already given him a child, while Dr. Hudson hasn't… I guess she's going to have to step aside now." "Did you see the baby's features? It really looked a lot like Dr. Hudson's husband. No wonder he loves his mistress so much…" I stopped walking. Looking through the glass windows, I could see Robert cradling the newborn baby in his arms while sitting next to Bianca's bed in the ward, laughing and chatting casually with her. They looked so wonderfully harmonious together that they looked more like they were an actual family of three. A sharp, piercing pain shot through my chest, and suddenly

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

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!

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.

Casper took steps closer to me, caging me near the wall, “Let me remind you, you and I are legally married and you dare to keep a lover, if I were to take you to court you would be finished.” “Legally married?” With every strength in me, I pushed him away, “Take me to court? Let me remind you that your current wife tried to kill me, I was away for three years and my husband got married to his lover.” “That doesn’t prove anything,” Casper said, “Three years is a long time to move on from your dead partner especially one you don’t give a fuck about.” I scoffed, “When did you get so dull? Your child with your lover is the evidence of your illicit relationship, don’t go around spewing nonsense,

"I suppose that’s why Liam handles all the heavy lifting himself." A hot, prickling wave of irritation spread through my veins. I hated her. No—that was too strong. I didn't even know her. But I definitely didn't like her, and I really didn't like the comfortable way she was clinging to my husband. I glanced at Liam’s arm again. He hadn't pulled away. Why hadn't he pulled away? My fingers tightened against the leather folder until my knuckles turned white. Liam noticed. Of course he did. A faint, infuriating smirk touched the corner of his lips.

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”

"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!"

He will live the rest of his life for himself and his Ives. After such hard ways, ups and downs, conspiracies, they were finally together as partners and soul mates. None could ever separate them. They were stronger than before. They would always be together even after their deaths. Soon the news of their wedding was spread all over the world. His highness marrying a commoner moreover a man, caused a major uproar everywhere. Some were very supportive while some were very against it. Everyone knew the story of his highness and his lover. Their love story was popular all over the three. Raleigh Kainz, the selfish and cold-blooded king who sacrificed everything to be with his lover and Ives, th