Husband's Lover の小説・ストーリー

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.”

A woman who deserves to be held, to be wanted, to feel loved—even if that love comes from a younger man. A man who happens to be my husband’s mistress’s boyfriend, how ironic.

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

She didn't even need to know that it was just a fake marriage. All she needed to know was that he and her sister had a problem, as he said. Even if she asks her sister, Mia will surely say that they have a problem with the distance. That's what he often complains to his "kind wife," although that complaint isn't sincere. What the hell would he need her for there? He would only remember what she had done to him if she was always there. Let her enjoy her affair with Mason. When the day came, he still had the last laugh.

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 did you do, Vance, huh? Fuck everyone around but not Moi, she's supposed to be your sister!” “You know that she's not my sister and I will never see her as my sister. Tell me, Dad, how can I treat her as a sister if I'm dreaming of being her groom someday? Dad, you just married her mother but it doesn't mean that she's already my mother, too. It doesn't mean that Moissanite is already your daughter. Dad, why can't I love her? Am I forbidden to love? Am I a bad son just because I want the daughter of my father's wife? Am I a bad guy because I loved her?” “Vance, you're free to love, but why my child? Why my daughter? Why do you need to ruin her and make her pregnant?”