Husbands Book Review Novels & Stories

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

A plain spine I could not read from the angle. And on top, face-up. A book about marriage. Not the bright-cover kind. The kind with footnotes. The kind with a university press logo on the spine. The kind that takes two hands to hold open because the research inside it is dense enough to need both. My chair pushed back from the desk. I walked to the bathroom and turned the cold tap on and stood at the sink with both wrists under the water and my eyes on the drain. Dominic Hartley did not read things he was not going to use.

’ W-what were these explicit books? Glaring at him, she couldn’t help but grumble, “…Just what kinds of books are you reading…?!” “…What? Making love is completely normal between married couples, and they’re great at keeping relationships together too. Just so you know, men tend to cheat on their expecting wives, not that I would ever do that. Anyway, just know that I’m reading all these for your sake.” …For her sake? Was he for real?!

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

she replied, attempting to sound calm, though irritation seeped through her facade. I tightened my grip around Poppy's waist before speaking. “In our home, Poppy never has to lift a finger. She is cherished beyond measure,” I stated, my voice calm yet resolute. “If you’ve treated her like a servant since she was a child, that stops now. I treat Poppy like the princess she is—I'm the one who makes her milk before she sleeps at night and when she wakes up in the morning—yet you think it’s acceptable to make her clear the table alone while you just stand there? You have plenty of maids you could ask for help. How could you even consider treating my wife with anything less than the respect she d

“You should keep this money yourself. Let me stay here for a few days, and I’ll look for a job once I’ve familiarised myself with the surrounding area. When that happens, you and I can be together again.” Roxanne had anticipated that Calvin would not be so easy to get rid of, and she sighed. “Calvin, you were in prison for so many years. I couldn’t have remained single forever. I’m married now. It’s not that I don’t want to take you in, but I simply cannot do that.” “Oh, you’re married? What does your husband do?” Calvin intentionally pretended to be curious. “My husband is a sculptor. I only dared let you into the house because he’s out of the country on business, and won’t be home for a wh

Husband-User's Manual A discussion group of married women in San Francisco came up with the following User's Manual for anyone taking delivery of a new (or second-hand) husband, alerting them of the many pitfalls of husband ownership and suggesting remedies for some of the commoner malfunctions of these units. Unlike other consumer products, husbands come without instructions and there are no on-line help services of any value. We have therefore compiled some advice for anyone contemplating the acquisition of a husband or already in possession of one and experiencing the usual operational difficulties.

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"