I Married A Sick Husband Novels & Stories

I felt like my world stopped at that moment, and she was the only family I considered at that time. After I ate the ice cream, I went to my room and brushed my teeth. Then I tucked myself in bed. My phone buzzed. TERZO: You left with your dick husband. I rolled my eyes. MAVERICK: My husband is also the father of my child, Terzo. TERZO: How could you stay with that guy? MAVERICK: He was mad the other night. He just found out his dick father is sick. He lied, btw. He did not cheat on me nor file a divorce.

I need to go home. He freezes as soon as I finish my sentence. - And where do you want to go? - But... to my house. - Where is your house? I don't respond. - Do you want to go find your husband? I don't respond. - Why aren't you talking? Are you going to forgive him? - I don’t know. - Are you legally married? - No. - Then leave him. - Excuse me? - You understood me perfectly; what are you going to do with a husband who puts his dick everywhere? You don’t even know what disease he has already given you? I shouldn't have taken off the condom; I don't know what disease I just contracted by sleeping with you.

As he sat in the car, he looked at Charlotte warmly and told her, "So what are you going to do there? I hope I'm not poking my nose where it doesn't belong?" "No, you're not," Charlotte said with a smile, just after she had buckled her seatbelt. She told him, "I think you're aware that Teddy and I got married before. Well, he was a brutal man, and he did hurt me and his family. So he got locked up, and I have forgiven him. I want to go and see his father because Teddy's real mate is suffering and looking paler." "Mmm," Elijah sighed as he listened to what Charlotte said.

"Pretend that you're sick!" Shaun said, "If a couple stays married and the husband is sick, the wife needs to take care of him. "When that happens, you just claim that everywhere you touch hurts and ask for a kiss or hug from her to make it better. Your relationship will improve once you spend enough time glued together." Tobias was skeptical. "Are you sure this will work?" Shaun nodded confidently. "Of course. It may be embarrassing, but it works. As long as you're shameless enough, you will stay married."

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I turned out alright. Plus the Brays are just as wealthy. And last I checked, wealthy doesn't mean happy. The Brays are great but the Stones aren't all they are cracked up to be.” “Trouble in paradise?” His question hits me in the gut. I couldn’t exactly start bawling my eyes out in front of my brother and give him the low down that my marriage was never actually a marriage at all. I’ve spent every day of it in a hospital bed, or at the rehab trying to get my bodily functions working. I stare across the pool looking at the deck, where the rest of them sit. Well most of them. My husband and son were MIA.

As I entered the room he was sitting on his bed playing video games on his phones, I don't know if it was me or just my thinking but he didn't look like a sick man not that I wanted him to be sick, but he was very active, I wondered if the heart attack was even real, but I saw it with my own two eyes The moment he saw me he placed his phone aside and touched his chest wincing in pain, all of my doubts and suspicious vanished" maybe it was just in my head, I was paranoid for nothing ” I got married I said as I parked my wheelchair next to his bed Really he said and I could tell he didn't believe me, I took the marriage certificate from mom's hand and gave it to him You really got married he s

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

I felt like working in an office or something, wear a fucking suit but then I didn’t quite appreciate seeing this wife of mine. If I could even find a day and night job and not see her at all. She walked into the living room. “You’re home.” She cooed, hurrying up to me. “What happened to your face, honey?” Alora asked, cupping my cheek. “It’s nothing.” “This doesn’t look like nothing. You got into a fight? Who dare put their filthy hands on my husband?!” Even when she tried to be sweet, I still found her annoying. I didn’t even know why.

With everything in place the next morning, I went live. I talked about how I paid off Hank’s debts, how we built RH’s Table together, our marriage, and his tragic passing on our wedding anniversary. By the end, I was inconsolable, my face pale. The public was touched by our love story. [It has been ten years since my first love got sick and passed away. I’m still not over it. It hurts when I think about it. I understand how she feels.]

I bruise my elbow badly on the concrete floor in the process, but the pain is nothing compared to the anguish in my heart. The police officers snickered. "Can't believe a pretty lady like her is actually a killer.. never judge a book by its cover, huh?" "Yeah, and I even heard that she was having an affair with her husband's business partner." "And I also heard that her husband never once came to visit her during her stay in the hospital, and look, he isn't here either. “Ha! I guess he's been trying to get rid of her for years and has finally gotten the opportunity to do so."