Husbands Stories Novels & Stories

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

I was born with a natural scent, and had a birthmark shaped like a camelia on my shoulder. My husband, Lawrence Ashford, was obsessed with it. He would rain kisses on it every single day. We had fallen into each other's embrace over and over during our 10 years of marriage. We've had fun in the kitchen, on the couch, in the car, and even in the public restroom. He never forgot a single anniversary. In fact, he had even given up the chance to study abroad just to stay with me.

“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

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

He refused to believe that this innocent woman did something like that. “Don't look at me like that,” she giggled. “That was a long time ago. Way before I met my husband.” “So, how was it?” He asked. “Do you enjoy threesomes?” Katherine's naughty side intrigued Aiden. “OK Mr. Nosy, FYI, the Mulroney brothers were the only people I've ever done that with,” Katherine confessed as she bit down on a chocolate-covered strawberry, some chocolate crumbs fell between her cleavage and Aiden licked his lips pretending to lick the crumbs off her chest. “The first time was a rush.”

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

I wondered why he wanted to tell us the story. Long, long time ago, there were an old couple who did not have even the food of their tomorrows, they had to work everyday to have their meal. They were slaves to a noble who exploited the whole village without any shred of sympathy. As for a living, the old man was a lumberjack and the woman was stalk bag maker. The prices of their everyday work was so low even if they worked the part of two days.

She walked up to him and crouched down before him, “Baby, if I knew you’d be home so soon, I would have prepared something for you to eat.” The words she had just spoken did not register to him at all. He couldn’t believe that the author who inspired him to get better for Jiang Hui Yin’s sake was the woman before him right now. The woman who he was going to marry was the one who wrote books on saving suicide victims. She was the one who wrote about how a father could love his adopted daughter and even hide her crime even under suspicion. Another was a tale of how a woman who got kidnapped by accident and fell for her kidnapper, choosing to follow him because she did not want to return to her

He said in an unsure tone that sounded more like a rhetorical question than an answer. "Oh c'mon, we both know you are a terrible liar so out with it." He sighed heavily before uttering. "My folks are having marital issues, Frank is talking about taking a second wife who will be the queen of the Northern hemisphere." *** Enjoying the story? Please kindly drop a comment they go a long way in motivating me and I can equally have a peek of my readers minds

Hero said in a calm yet stern voice, sending shivers down the spine of the onlookers. "You should ask the husband snatcher," Sasha announced, pointing at Jules. The two men turn to each other, then back to the woman. "Husband snatcher?" They both said at the same time, wondering whose husband Jules had snatched. Hero thought she was talking about his father, as he didn't know she dated Harris. But he couldn't pinpoint when he's father got married to the other woman. When did it happen? Although it did not surprise him, after all, Mr.Harper already showed up with a young girl claiming she was his wife, so it wouldn't surprise him, if the other woman was also his wife, after all, she was older