Husband Wants Novels & Stories

he said with a smile. "All right." "This is for you." He said I was in love. I wanted to ask, I wanted to know what was my fault for him, was he even in love with our marriage, or was it a feeling? He noticed I was worried when the husband was staring at him when he wasn't looking. "You know, if you keep staring at me, I'll be like, fall in love with me even more if we are already married." He said in a joke. My brows squeezed in confusion. "What do you mean? I wasn't staring."

What part of us screamed, 'just friends'? “Hey baby, the car is here.” he tells me, “Let’s get married on Saturday.” His eyes bug out, he has been planning for it because he wants to give me a wedding I deserve. “It’s not fair that everyone knows I am taken and there’s no pointer telling them off on you.” I huff. “Don’t marry me to chase people away.” he grumbles. “I am not. I want to be your husband already.” I tell him truthfully. These days I have been testing the 'my husband said' in my head, 'my husband was'… and it’s all I want.

He paused, the word suddenly feeling bitter in his mouth. “Hasn’t changed yet. If Natalie and I get divorced I want it to be on a good term, not when she thinks I’m cheating on her with you. I am anything but a cheater. And I know you won’t also like to be referred to as a mistress or homewrecker”. He said, gently brushing her hair behind her ear. “Natalie is my wife, I might not love her but I would never cheat on any woman. You and I can’t be a thing unless I am free of any relationship. So don’t bring me lunch, that’s my wife’s duties and you’re not my wife”.

He is like a father to me now. "Thank you," he sighs. "I can't count how many times you have said that already. You are welcome, wife." He holds my other hand. "I will do everything for both of you." I love how passionate he is. I have finished a bowl of soup. I need to be strong for my daughter. I can't let her leave in this kind of cruelty. I spend the day staring blankly and don't know what to do. I look at the door, and Wilson just got home.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

“Yes, and I haven’t seen you that way with your husband Cynthia… almost makes me wonder if you had to get married in a rush.” Cynthia’s teeth clenched together but her husband ignored us and focused on his meal. “You were the one whom nobody knew about, what if you are after her for just her wealth?” Kennedy demanded. “We had a pre-nup, did you and your wife have that or you didn’t and that is why you are still tolerating all her…” I turned to Cynthia’s husband, making it clear that my question was for him. “Wade…” Maria called softly and immediately my words seized.

I calmed myself down with that thought, relaxing on the sofa and shutting my eyes. Being alone in Jayden's huge mansion felt like hell. Even on Christmas Eve, I ate dinner alone. If you ask me if I like this mansion, I’d say of course I do, but I would like it more if my husband was sitting beside me. If not him, at least someone else. His father and sister weren't going to arrive until tomorrow. And despite how much I pleaded, no member of my family was willing to come over for Christmas because they never said yes to our marriage.

"Shopping for expensive stuff isn’t my thing." "And what does Loraine Winehouse want?" he asked, kicking the door open and gently settling me down in the middle of the bed while he sat at the edge, still butt naked. "You," I simply answered—and it made him freeze. "I want my husband home, with me in bed, having dinner together, and having conversations—even if it’s just an hour a day. I want my husband just for me, who would be there whenever I need him." I watched a flicker of unreadable emotion cross his eyes as I said those words.

I just hope so. “Yes. I want to see my husband now.”

He already had me, but his words made it sound like he still hadn't fully reached me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything as bold, so I went for a more subtle response. "Aren't we already together?" "Silly girl," Hayden sighed, his voice tender. "I don't just want to be close to you—I want to be your husband. I want to be with you in a way that's recognized by everyone. "I want to spend every single day of the rest of our lives together, facing everything, through thick and thin. "I want to be the one you lean on when you're sad, the one who wipes your tears, and the one who holds you when you're happy. I want to—"