Husbands Stories Novels & Stories

“I was.” A waitress appeared, took our orders. I asked for water. Isabella ordered coffee. When the waitress left, Isabella leaned forward slightly. “So,” she said. “What’s this about?” I took a breath. “I want to tell you a story.” “About?” “My husband.” Her expression didn’t change, but I saw the shift in her eyes. The journalist’s instinct kicking in. “Go on,” she said. I folded my hands on the table. “You’ve been trying to write about what it’s really going for political spouses. What it costs. What gets hidden.”

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

That her husband used to be lovers with his best friends for years. Hayden had spoken about it like it was old news but their body language and the emotions in their voice said something else… especially Beck’s. there was unfinished and unresolved business right there and she was beginning to wonder if the lack of sex and her husband’s emotional withdrawal was the only problem in her marriage. Jared and Beck.

I had no ill intentions at all, only anger and helplessness—I lived an honest and quiet life, yet was inexplicably involved in a commercial conspiracy. At first, I wanted to bear it alone so as not to disturb Shen Zeyan’s work. But the more I thought about it, the clearer it became: this matter was beyond my personal ability, and I had to tell my husband. Husband and wife should face crises together.

The host officially started the event and Jason was invited on stage to share his opinion. Afterward, he invited Philippa on stage. He spoke with great affection on how they met. He described how Philippa was always by his side during all the late nights and how she silently supported him when he was stressed out on projects. "She's my little ray of sunshine, always giving me energy." The crowd erupted into applause, praising their beautiful love story, yet they seemed to have forgotten that Jason was a married man. How comical. Sitting in the security control room listening to his speech, even I was almost moved.

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.