Husbands Stories Novels & Stories

“I went to the library as I said. I found old newspaper stories about when the company started.” She hands me the folder. Inside are clippings from 1980 – photos of my grandfather, her mother, and William Harris standing in front of the first factory. The headline reads: “THREE PARTNERS, ONE DREAM – IVANOV, VANCE, AND HARRIS BUILD FUTURE FOR ALL.” “I never saw this before,” I say, holding the paper carefully. “My grandfather never talked about them being in photos like this.” Quinn nods. “My mother kept a copy in her diary,” she says. “She wrote on the back: ‘We were one family then. I wish we could stay that way.’”

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

The man I shared a bed with for the past five years had a legally wedded wife and two children. To make things worse, he had been secretly dosing me with contraceptives all this time! Now, I was pregnant with a child he would never acknowledge as his. - I wandered out of the company like a lost soul. Victoria Winston was the heiress to the Winston business empire. I was more than familiar with that name. Daniel Hudson had ranted about her more than once. “Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke!

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

Silas continued his story. Suddenly, Tabitha gasped. “She's married?!” She was surprised upon finding out that the lady who approached Silas for a nightstand was married. “Funniest part is that both husband and wife are cheating on each other. That's hilarious!” Silas's laughter made Tabitha burst into laughter after hearing the end of the lady's story. “She is for the street, and the man is for the country. If I ever get married to you, I wouldn't find any other man attractive,” Tabitha said.

I asked with a teary voice. “Do you like stories, Ruby?” She asked. “Let me tell you a not-so-beautiful story” She added as she took a nearby chair and sat down, facing me. “Once upon a time, there was a lovely couple- or so everyone thought. The couple was nothing else but beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. The husband didn’t love his wife as much as he claimed he did, he didn’t show it in his actions. He neglected her and was so engrossed in his work that it made his wife regret every getting married to him.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Rose was surprised at his question. Why would he suddenly want to tell her a story when they are talking about something very important? "What kind of story?" She asked. "A very good one. Just listen to this story and tell me what you think." Christopher said. "There was a man who was very poor. He had nothing and could barely feed. He was what you would call a street guy. His life is all about how to feed. He and his friends would look for what to do during the weekdays and on weekends, they would go out to party. That's how his life is. One day, he went out to party with his friends as per their tradition and that's how he met a rich heiress. They got talking

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

My name is Happiness, and this is my story of how I saved my husband, home, and marriage with sex. You were expecting to see "The End," at this point, isn't it? Oh! The story had just begun. Stay tuned and enjoy the rest of the story. While Mrs. Happiness and her husband were still sitting in their sitting room, watching programs on television, there came this program that Pastor Solomon loved so much. "Hello, viewers, we have come again with this wonderful, thrilling, and captivating program, Tale of the Moon Light," the program presenter said, and Pastor Solomon said, "Yes, my dear, I love this program so much. It makes me remember back in the days when my mother did tell us all sorts of f