Husband's Lover Novels & Stories

For reasons unknown to me, fresh tears welled up in my eyes, a suffocating feeling swelling in my chest. “Why are you doing this to me?” I croaked, and he stroked my hair gently, without uttering a word. Confusion reared inside of me and together with my growing frustration, my mind was a mess. “Who are you?” I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut. “You should’ve sensed it by now,” he said, and I winced. “My lover?” He chuckled darkly, pulling away from me while his hands hung loosely around my body. “Wrong, little bird. I am your husband and mate,” he replied, and my eyes went wide. I parted my lips to speak, but before I could say anything, I heard a knock on the front door.

Then, she continued smirking, then she said, “Must be exhausting, isn’t it? Pretending like you belong here. You try to play the role of a loving wife, but Aiden feels nothing but disdain towards you. It’s not too late to pack your stuff and run back to daddy.” My fingers tightened around the tray in my hands, my knuckles turning red because of the pain. But I refused to let her see how much her words affected me. I lifted my chin slightly. “I am his wife and you are nothing but his hidden secret lover,” I said, though my voice wavered. “Like it or not.” Athena chuckled, moving her head slightly. His wife in name, maybe. But in every other way?” She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whi

She couldn’t get rid of the word ‘Husband’. Dr. Valentine threw a complicated look at her. He knew she would ask this question, and he tried to avoid this. He didn’t want to think about Carl Black. But after looking at her eyes, he realized he couldn’t evade her anymore. He smiled a little and said calmly, “Mr. Wood has mistaken me as your husband. That’s all. You are unmarried. How do you have a husband?”

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

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.]

I shook my head. “He hated him enough to try to kill him. So his brother? I think not.” His expression hardened. “You know nothing about my family. You know nothing about my children.” “And I don’t,” I said simply. “I really don’t. You’re two-faced. You have all these versions of yourself that you show the world. No one can understand you, maybe no one ever will.” I held his gaze. “But what I do know is this....Marcus is my husband. He loves me. He wants me here. And he’s coming back to his empire.”

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

What mattered to me was the fact that Clara was back, and back for my husband. She was back, just like in high school. Yes, Clara was my husband's high school lover, but I stole him from her. I had no idea what I did to get him for myself, but I did anyways, because I was a b**tch. She couldn't keep him for herself then, and I thought I had won, not knowing they have been seeing each other behind my back. Those lonely nights that I get to sleep without seeing him, he was with her. It all made sense to me me, why he never complained when I sex starved him, that's because he was getting it from outside, from his lover.