I Love My Husband Shorts Novels & Stories

“Don’t you wanna join me?” Her eyes lingered on the growing dark brown stubble of her husband. After they made love three days ago, she couldn’t help herself not to feel it against her fingertips. When she told him she liked the roughness against her skin, he kept it unshaven. He was an eye candy in his shorts. He might have felt Ari staring at him. His strong jaw locked hard, became more prominent from her angle. His mouth was pressed in a determined line as he chopped the bell pepper expertly like a chef.

I was glad he took the gist and went back to his side of the bed. The next morning, I saw a different side of my husband, the side I love and he loves to show me. That model husband that brings you breakfast in bed that makes your heart all buttery, the surprise kiss on the lips as he feed you breakfast. It is so frustrating that I fell for all of that, he is even shirtless which makes everything even hotter, God know I hate this man now but I can testify that he is undeniably hot, so hot that I might burn.

For shoes, I opt for a pair of slippers. When I come out of the closet I find my husband who is talking to someone over the phone already. He is only wearing a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans yet he is making me drool over his looks. I walk near him and hug him from behind. He looks back at me and gives me a small smile before continuing to talk to the person. Finally, the call ends making him turn around and put his palms on my cheeks before kissing me on my forehead. "How are you feeling, baby?" He asks.

For the first time, he showed a trace of tenderness. "Phoebe, just wait a little longer." But by now, I was not foolish enough to wait for him. On the day of the wedding, Christopher wore a well-tailored suit, far more expensive than the one he wore when we got married. But I knew he had secretly hung that old suit in our bedroom, standing before it every day. The wedding soon began, with a presentation playing on the screen. But suddenly, the footage switched. It was showing Nikki in a compromising position, having an affair!

Arlington was eloquent, always finding the right points to strike, but I wasn’t going to let him get to me. “Alice might be independent, but she’s no cheater,” I asserted. “Unlike you,” Adam sighed, shaking his head. “You can be such a hypocrite sometimes.” “Lily and I are in love, have been since before my marriage to Alice,” I asserted, feeling the heat rising in my chest and face. “That doesn’t change the fact that the child is mine.” “You think it is,” Arlington shrugged. “But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…”

It had completely faded when Davy was in the picture, but now I could see life pulsing from there. I turned to my husband, his face bright like a diamond in the dark, and my lips pulled apart, smiling. There was no way I was forgetting this memory ever. “I love you, Anna Walton.” He said with so much sincerity that my heart squeezed. “I love you, Hale Davy Walton.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent whilst praying to whoever was up there watching us that he would make this marriage last.

He shook his head in desperation. "Don... I'm afraid you've misunderstood something. She's actually my wife. We've been—" "Shut the fuck up!" the man snarled as he gave Fred a hard kick to his stomach. Maybe I'm secretly a wicked person, because I felt so much satisfaction seeing Fred suffer from this man's wrath. "You think I wouldn't recognize my wife when I see her?!" Fred couldn't speak. He wanted to say something, but he looked so scared that he kept quiet instead.

Not once. I glance up at the man in front of me and force a weak, apologetic smile. “My husband recently opened our marriage,” I whisper, my voice breaking halfway through. I close my eyes as tears burn the corners. “And I guess I’m trying to figure out what that makes me.” He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t say a word. And somehow, that feels fair. This is a lot, even for me. We were seconds away from losing ourselves again, and now, I’ve just told him I’m married.

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

Then, she began to take off the sweater. I turned away, not wanting to look. "Laura, do you think Calvin's a good husband?" she suddenly asked. I froze. "What do you mean?" "Nothing. I was just asking." She changed into a strappy nightgown and lay on the bed, pulling the doll close. "I just think Calvin's a really nice guy. He's just… not very good at expressing himself." Rolling over so that she had her back to me, Dorothy mumbled, "Goodnight, Laura."