Husband's Lover Novels & Stories

If the young-alpha had indeed found his fated mate, which was considered a one in a hundred chance. Then, he was certain they’d get drawn to stay together. Since everyone knows that there’s no amount of willpower or restraint that can keep two fated wolves away from each other. “That’s what makes the story questionable.” Valentine couldn’t make a face at that time. Her expression turned blank, yet the brewing rage and envy in her eyes burned more. Alpha Conner cleared his throat, averting his gaze from his daughter out of awkwardness and discomfort. He was well aware of his child’s obsession with Duncan.

He wouldn't have a problem with her abandoning her married life. He was a handsome Italian, tall and strong, with a hairy chest, he was my first lover, I didn't know what would happen next, in which also the owner of those minutes of my infidelity, his name was Giuseppe Tommaso, his wife was Camila Tommaso and the young woman was Giulia Nazarene. She knew that the young woman in question was Camila's cousin, so they had nothing but sex pleasures who are interested in entertaining themselves, investing in their pleasure and a satisfying sex life.

He looked up to meet her gaze and flashed a brief smile at her. "The name of your dearest husband is Scott Knight, love. Your one and only lover." To be continued... Don't forget to engage with me in the comment section. I will be glad to see your reactions and don't forget to follow my profile and vote for the book. let's aim higher together, loves. Happy reading 😘.

"Well, they don't like it! They don't like that their daughter is in seclusion! Change it! You have to start being a better husband. You have a young wife; live your marriage with her and get rid of that woman you always have hanging on your arm. I'm tired of it too. You haven't even brought her here; you never take her out of that house. I don't even know where Alice Taylor lives! If you ruin this just because you're still immature... you'll ruin everything." "I tried from the first day to make things go well. But my wife loves another man." "And you? Who do you love? Are you in love with your lover?" "No! Of course, I like her. She pays attention to me! And that's what I need with my wife'

“You’re always so rough with me. Tell me—am I the one you love most?” Through the narrow crack in the door, I saw Jill Spencer draped across his body. He must’ve been drinking as his words were slurred, but I couldn’t tell how much of what he said was true. “Love you? Don’t be ridiculous. I just like doing you. The one I love most is obviously my wife. “She’s my muse—my first love, the one I cherished in my youth. She’s the love of my life. No one will ever come close.”

She cherished the three years of her marriage with all her heart, exhausting every ounce of her passion. She believed he tried to be the best husband. Yet, whatever that was wasn't real. Time waited for no one. He had gone to pursue the love of his life a long time ago. She was the only one who waited foolishly, hoping he would turn back. In his heart, she had never been his wife. She was merely a lover, someone who existed in the dark. He went to see Hannah every year for three years. Never once did he tell Hannah he was married.

She was glad she decided to speak to him rather than retire to her bed, alone and with more questions. There was no mistress. She was the only one. His wife, his lover. Unable to stop herself, Beth stole a glance at him and found he had his eyes closed, his chest remained heaving but not as intensely. He was relaxed and she yearned to touch him. Was he asleep? Her husband. Her lover. He was the man her heart now yearned for, the one she would always love. But he would never know of her love for him, and he may never love her in return. Her joy reduced. She clutched the blanket and with a deep exhale, returned her eyes to the ceiling, her smile fading.

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

The term 'husband' felt both foreign and fitting. After Dr. Elaine left, I couldn't hold back the sobs any longer. I clung to Mark's shirt, trying to alleviate the pain that my crying was causing my already pounding headache. Mark's hand moved in soothing circles on my back, providing me with a sense of comfort and security. "Wise men say... only fools rush in," a soft singing voice emerged from above me. I turned my head to see Mark gazing into the distance. "But I can't help falling in love with you," he continued, his eyes now meeting mine.