I Love You My Husband Novels & Stories

"Please love her a little more." I could not hold back my sobs. In the past ten years, I had failed my parents the most. Christopher, perhaps feeling a pang of guilt, thought it over for a long time before sending me a voice message. His deep voice came through, commanding as always. "Phoebe, I forgive you. I’ve decided to consider giving our marriage another chance." It was like he had shot another bullet straight into my already shattered heart. That condescending tone, who did he think he was doing a favor for?

It must be a good decision to carry on. "Fill and sign that paper," he uttered without any vibration in his voice. He may not be afraid to lose me. Quiet pity for this poor, sick woman. "All right. I sign this because I love you. Honey, even though we're departing through this paper, I'll always love you no matter what. I'm sorry, honey, for the burden I gave to you all these years." My tears were falling. I should have to remain calm, but my heart never stopped telling my true emotions. I really loved my husband more than my life. I really do care for him.

he asked, his voice soft with concern. I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt for lying to him. "Not at all," I replied, trying to sound convincing. Philip's expression turned skeptical, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he reached out and took my hand. "I love you so much," he said, his eyes filled with adoration. "I love you too," I replied, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for this kind and loving man who was my husband.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

“Lucien… I am not that kind of person.” “I would not ignore you if you died.” “You are my husband, even if things between us were never good. I never treated you badly, did I?” She paused briefly. “I married you because of my grandfather. That part was not about love. And maybe I was wrong for not being able to love you.” “That is why I kept my distance. I did not want to give you false hope.” “But you always did things I could not accept. Things that only made everything worse.” Her fingers tightened slightly on her cup.

My lips trembled. “Don’t cry,” he whispered, his voice warm in my ear. “Today is a happy day. Your big day.” I nodded slowly, blinking away the tears as he wrapped my arm around his. The music began. And there he was. Killian. The man I had hated. The man who had pushed me away. The man I had fallen so hopelessly, madly, completely in love with. My husband for the second time. His suit was dark, his hair slicked back slightly, and his eyes — oh God, his eyes — they never left mine. Even with my face veiled.

he said, his voice rough, “to love you. Even when everything else turns against us. Even when I’m not sure I deserve it.” Bella’s eyes flickered, soft and wet. “You do,” she whispered. He smiled, small and tired. “Then I’ll try to prove it. Every day.” She took a shaky breath, her voice quiet. “And I, Bella… take you, Jason. To be my husband.” Her fingers tightened around his. “I promise to love you. To fight beside you. Even when you drive me insane. Even when I’m scared.” Jason’s lips twitched. “That’s most days.”

The faint freckles dotting his cheek—just like hers. For you, baby. I want this marriage to work because of you. I want you to grow up surrounded by love. Even if your father’s forgotten how to give it... I won’t stop trying. I won’t stop showing you what love looks like. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight.” Then she turned off the light and left the soft bedside lamp glowing. In the master bedroom, Andy was already seated on the bed, scrolling endlessly through his phone like the world beyond it didn’t exist. His face lit up with another private smile.

“Bria, I love you with my whole heart. Ever since I met you, I’ve been drawn to you in a way that’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. “You are the love of my life, my reason for waking up each day, and the last thought I fall asleep to at night. You mean the absolute world to me. And I’m honored to be your husband. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to be my wife. You’re precious to me, and I’m going to show that to you in any way that I can for the rest of our marriage. I love you, Bria. I always will. With everything within me, I do.” His words nearly steal mine away. I can feel the love shining through them. They are everything I’d want to hear and more. And each day, I some