I Love You My Husband Novels & Stories

“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

My husband shows me just how much he wants me, just how much he loves me, as we passionately express our love on this surprisingly sturdy bed made out of pure wood. Fuck, I love this man more than he'll ever know. Always have, always will.

She was still smiling widely at him. “Is that so?” He raised his eyebrows and looked at her provocatively. She nodded and he smiled naughtily, “Then I have to show you how much I love you.” Lowering his head, he kissed her impatiently. Releasing her, he cupped her face and said, “You are my sunshine, my love. I loved you, I love you still and I will love you till eternity.” Then he again kissed her passionately. The end…

Because you wouldn't have done it. I nodded slowly, bitterly. "You're right. I wouldn't have." She didn't protest. "I loved him," I said. "I really, really loved him." "I know." "I would've done anything for him." "I know," she said again, softly this time. I studied her, really studied her. "How do you sleep at night?" She didn't respond right away. I didn't, for a while. But he came back. And that's all I needed."

The discussion on cooperation went quite well, both parties were equally satisfied, and hoped that in the future it would also produce good things. "Okay, then, Mr. Edgar, I have to say goodbye now, because my husband is waiting," Keysha deliberately suppressed the word husband, so that Edgar would know and remember that Keysha now has a husband, and to break Edgar's argument, who seemed to see that Keysha would not be happy if he were not married to Edgar. "Okay, Mrs. Keysha, have a nice lunch with your lovely husband," said Edgar, with a forced smile. Keysha just smiled, and walked away.

I love my husband even though he doesn't recognize me as his wife. Fuck this stupid heart.

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

How the hell was I supposed to explain that this wasn’t like the usual chaos—selling his homes, wrecking his cars past saving, or trashing his things like I used to without a second thought in my past life? “I’m not sure he will. My marriage is over, Mom.” I sniffled, trying to stop a new fresh bout of tears. My throat burned. My chest ached like someone had carved out my ribs and left the rest to collapse. “It’s not, Princess. Believe me, it’s not. Couples have problems all the time.” “How are you so sure?” I asked. She smiled. That quiet, mother-knows-best smile that made me feel six years old again. “Because he loves you, Olivia. I’ve never seen a man love someone the way he loves you.”

She locks me on top of her, running he fingers softly through my hair and I close my eyes enjoying it. "I love you, husband." "I love you too, wife."

Aisha, late nights of investigation, and the growing strength I found in my work. “I do love you,” I said finally, my voice soft but clear. “Or at least, I love the man I married. The one who looked at me across that crowded gala like I was the only real thing in his world. The one who danced with me in this very room at 2 AM, who made me believe that love could be intense and consuming and worth every sacrifice. That Khalid — the passionate, focused, protective man — I still love him. Deeply.” Hope flickered briefly in his dark eyes. He leaned forward slightly, as if the words were oxygen.