I Love My Husband Shorts Novels & Stories

Claudia stood between me and the cabinet. “Where are your manners, Rochelle? It’s bad enough that you’re breaking and entering, but you’re acting as if you own the place.” I put down my arm, an answer clear in my head. The bearded man with a pair of aviators covering half his face was my husband, Hank. Right now, he was hiding in the cabinet in front of me. Well, Hank could run, but he could not hide forever.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely blunt?” “You just did,” I said. He laughed — genuinely, the kind of laugh that arrived without effort. “Fair enough.” We sat for a moment in the comfortable way of two people who had just figured out the terms of a conversation and were deciding whether to continue it. “Where is your husband?” he asked. “At the villa.” “You came to the beach alone?” “I came to the beach for some Me time,” I said pointedly. “Which was going well until approximately eight minutes ago.”

After that, their faint giggles can be heard. “They handsome, aren't they? Especially Sir Ethan! ” They even heard one of them say. “Woah, bro! Did you hear that? I guess all the staff here like you. What if they find out you're getting married? I’m sure I will be the most handsome in their eyes. ” He just ignored what Arvin was saying because his eyes were focused on the woman sitting on one of the lobby couches while holding the mobile phone. She was only wearing jeans pants and a white t-shirt. She was also wearing sunglasses so probably no one recognize her as a famous supermodel.

“This isn’t a Boy Scout exhibi-tion. Untie me.” “Oh, I’m no Boy Scout,” my husband said and tugged the rope that tied on my shorts. “Don’t do that,” I said, but there was no steel in my voice. It was all breathy and…expectant. “This?” He tugged once more to get a final bit of stubborn bow to pull free. “How about this?” He pushed my shorts down to my bound ankles. Now I was standing in his cluttered mind fuck of a workroom in my pale-yellow panties. “Pull them back up.”

He handed one to me and took a seat opposite mine, crossing his legs with a relaxed sigh. "I brought peppermint," he said, giving me a warm smile. "You looked like you needed something soothing when I saw you earlier." "Thanks, Ben," I murmured, holding the warm mug between my hands without drinking. "How was your day?" "Oh, absolute perfection," Ben beamed, leaning back with a sigh. "I told you I was seeing someone, right? Well, his name is Julian, and dinner was incredible." "Julian," I repeated, forcing a small smile to my face. "Tell me about him."

How could he kiss Serena, then come home, decorate our house, buy me flowers, hold me in his arms, and tell me I was the best wife in the world? The contradiction was so absurd it almost made me question my own sanity. I looked at the concern in his eyes and the tenderness in his expression. And all I could think was...How can you still look at me like you love me... when you were in another woman's arms just hours ago? That was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever witnessed. Deep in my heart, I hate him.

He's wearing a loose sleeveless top and beach shorts which adds more masculinity to him as his biceps were showing. How can this monster be that handsome? I can't believe this is my husband. He smirks as he steps inside the hut, "Can't get enough with my handsomeness?". I rolled my eyes at him. Jerk! How did he know? I ignore him and sat to the wooden chair. I just noticed now that there were different kinds of fruits on the table. Only wooden tables and chairs are displayed inside the hut. It's quite small but this is enough for two people to hang out.

"Oh, my darling, Lisa, I just collected the proofs. I didn't force him to sleep with another woman. You should know that he has no feelings left in his heart for you. Last night he slept with one woman, tonight he can sleep with another, and so on. He will not come back to you. What will you do? Think carefully and come back to me. I will be loyal to you forever." "Shut up." Lisa stood up and retaliated. Her eyes turned bloodshot in anger, "I will never leave him. I am his wife and he will never deceive me. If he is angry with me, I will convince him. Stay away from us." Daniel Brooke laughed loudly as if he heard something very funny, "One click, and your husband will be famous in the entir

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

He was incredibly handsome. In my past life, I was charmed by his looks and happily married him. But after the wedding, I realized that his abs, long legs, and physique were all just for show. He felt guilty and kept eating supplements in front of me, but it did not change anything. However, when it came to the locust tree in our yard, he seemed perfectly fine. It was incredibly frustrating. While it did not harm me directly, I still felt humiliated. I could accept it if I were ugly or overweight, but I had a good figure and nice features!