Husbands Stories Novels & Stories

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.

“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

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.

"Divine Farmer wants you to go over—" 'What?' Darryl's expression changed when he heard that, and he became agitated. 'I did not expect things to be so dire.' 'Wife?' Chester, who was nearby, and Debra, who was in the garden, were startled. 'His family is here. When did he get another wife?' Debra gathered her thoughts and looked coquettishly at Darryl. "What wife is he referring to, Darryl?" 'Doesn't Darryl already have me, Yvonne, and a few others? Why is he still messing around with other women?'

"But as your husband, I want a more detailed story about my wife's past story. If you don't mind, will you tell me everything. All the details of your past that I don't know about at all?” Hah? Why did Kane suddenly turn cuter like this? It was strange hearing him speak like that. Usually he just spoke in a cold and flat tone of voice. Or worst of all, he didn't respond to my words at all and just walked away. "Are you sure you want to hear it? This is not a simple childhood story and also has a happy ending. The story of my childhood experiences is more complex than a Cinderella fairy tale or other bedtime stories, and also… this story doesn't have a happy ending at all.”

He had so many kids' books there, very colourful and interesting stories. "Diary of a Hybrid girl, Tessa's mess, Traveling to New York, Tales of Patrick Hansel, and Happily ever after" I would say, over and over again. Those were my favorites and he never got tired of reading them to me. In the 'Happily ever after', there was the love story of man and a woman. The woman was already married , while the man was single and lonely. The woman was married but not happy, because the man she was married to, was much older than her and he treated her like a slave. He beat her everyday and fed her crumbs. Soon, she fell pregnant and tried running away. However the single man had been watching her and