Husbands Stories Novels & Stories

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"

At the same table, Chadwick and Isa fell into silence. Adira’s last words left a deep impression. [“But that someone rejected him. My husband told me this story before. That he likes a woman, but that woman likes someone else. But the other guy likes another woman too. Then, my husband met me, and we got married.”]

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

During that time, Arthur told her stories of his family, about his father who passed away from a disease, and all the businesses he ran along with their profits, as if he were sharing his true self with the person known as his wife. ​

“I know you’re surprised. But what happened at work changed me. I’ve learnt my lesson.” He took her hand. “There’s this friend of mine,” he began. “Oya sit down,” she said, folding her arms, waiting. “I know I’ve not been a good husband,” he confessed. “But this my friend… his story humbled me.” “What story?” “He told me how he lost his first wife.” “First wife?” she blinked. “He’s been married twice?” “Yes. And the way he lost the first one… hmm.” He swallowed. “He was like me. He liked rough sex. He beat his wife. A lot. Until one day, while they were making love, he beat her so much that she died on the spot.”

He sounded worried as he hugged me and said, "Let's not try for another if our hatchling can't survive the pregnancy. I'm worried about your health." I was at a loss for words. "Who told you that kissing leads to pregnancy, Charles?" Charles replied in a serious tone, "It's in the zilant clan's lore that kissing would lead to pregnancy." I was dumbfounded. The zilant clan must have left out the birds-and-the-bees talk in their lore. It was no wonder their bloodline was dwindling. If they really thought kissing made hatchlings, it was a miracle they had any descendants at all!

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.