I Want A Husband Novels & Stories

I said, tossing the words over my shoulder without looking back. Charles froze. “What did you say?” “I said, I want a divorce.” I turned around and looked at him. “Charles, I’ve had enough of you and your ‘good friend.’ Since your bond is so deep and loyal, I’ll leave and let you two be a pair of ill-fated lovers.” “You are crazy!” Charles rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “You want a divorce over this? Michelle is in such a bad state; can’t you show some compassion?”

“But I don’t know how to be a mother.” He breathes out, getting up from his chair and walking to me. My heart skipped as he held my hand. “I can’t promise you love and affection, Rachel, but I promise to make up for what you’ve lost with your past marriage. I will try my best to be the best husband you could wish for. I will burn the world for you; all you need to do is ask, and it shall be done… and Aria? She’s not as tough as you think; she just needs some time to warm up.”

“Anna, I’d marry you today if you said yes. The only question is… are you ready?” Anna blushed deeply . “I don't just want to date you ,Anna. I want you to be by my side all the days of my life. I want you to be my wife . The mother of my children . Her heart skipped. “That sounds like a vow,” she giggled nervously. “Are you asking me to marry you?” Gerald didn’t answer. He reached into his jacket, his heartbeat hammering. When he pulled out a small velvet box, Anna’s breath hitched.

It was incredibly sexy. "Girls, I think we found the one," I stated. "I second that," Tiffany agreed. "Me too," Paige added. "You're gonna look so hot!" Tiffany giggled. After we bought it, we decided to buy some other stuff around the mall. "Guys, I'm having some issues with my marriage," Tiffany sighed. "What's up?" I asked. "I brought up the thought about kids, and he isn't ready. He says he wants to enjoy us being together for a while."

Her head felt like it was on fire, and the summer breeze didn't help her calm down at all. Until finally, she heard her husband let out another heavy sigh before saying, “You just need a man who has sperm to impregnate you, right? How about you find someone and let him impregnate you? After you get pregnant, you just ask the man to leave by giving him some money, and I will act as the father of your child after that. That's an easy solution, right?”

So he wouldn't… "Yes, I'll go pick her up," my husband said as he stood. I stared at him, wanting to ask if he realized I was right here with him. How could he go pick up another woman while I was sitting beside him? When he rose, I quickly grabbed his hand, but his cold gaze made me withdraw in embarrassment. Still, I couldn’t stay silent. “You’re leaving to pick up some girl? What about me...? It’s our wedding anniversary today, and I don’t understand why you’d want to leave for her.”

I had fallen in love with my own husband, which I shouldn't have because it was a contract Marriage and the requirements for that was absolutely no love but there were moments when we would be alone and he would act differently- laugh at my jokes, helped me whenever I was feeling anxiety or how he always listened to what I had to babble despite his busy schedule. But in the daytime, in the presence of others, I was nothing more like a prop that was used to enhance his life and display him as the kind of man who got both family and work lives balanced. I was a presentable wife. A warm body for public appearances and private nights. And yet I wanted more. I wanted all of it. I wanted a child w

I said. "I understand. Then you need to find a husband". She suggested. "I don't need a husband". I said. "Huh? you don't need a husband? So how can you do it?" She asked. "I just need a man who will act like my husband, and am willing to pay for it". I said. "Wait, like a contract?". She asked. "Exactly, you get it. Like a contract." I replied. "But.but. that will be difficult. Getting a husband, I mean hiring a husband". She said.

What part of us screamed, 'just friends'? “Hey baby, the car is here.” he tells me, “Let’s get married on Saturday.” His eyes bug out, he has been planning for it because he wants to give me a wedding I deserve. “It’s not fair that everyone knows I am taken and there’s no pointer telling them off on you.” I huff. “Don’t marry me to chase people away.” he grumbles. “I am not. I want to be your husband already.” I tell him truthfully. These days I have been testing the 'my husband said' in my head, 'my husband was'… and it’s all I want.

Wade It was a long day trying to keep up with the act or the life that allowed me to bag a wife. As a woman I am slowly coming to admire because of her redeeming qualities, there was this kind of pain knowing that everything was crumbling for her. Then, there was only so much I could do as a husband. There's one thing for sure: I was willing to bring down hell if it meant being everyone to their senses.