I Want A Husband Novels & Stories

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?"

"Honey, let's get back together. I realized you're the one I love. Nancy seduced me, and I made a mistake. I'm really sorry." He kicked Tom. "Apologize to your mom now!" "Mom, I was wrong," Tom muttered, clearly unwilling. "You and Dad should get back together. I'm okay with it." The entitlement in his voice was almost laughable. But I didn't get angry. I frowned slightly, then let out a long sigh. "Getting back together? Maybe. But how do I know you actually mean it?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "How about this? If you really love me, prove it. Take out an insurance policy. Put me down as the beneficiary."

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

“What if he doesn't want to keep a wife?” He scoffed “No man is complete if he doesn't have a wife to himself you know”. Is this what Steve thought of me? Just a liability to keep at home. I began to feel sorry for myself. “ Stop asking silly questions and find a way to fix that swollen face of yours before tomorrow, you have to look like a pretty wife” he said before retiring up the stairs.

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

"If ever--- I mean just in case you'll gonna look for a man you would love and marry on the future for real, am I not an ideal man for you to be your husband?" I spilled the juice I was drinking because of Zik's question. "What the!?" I heard him react. Of all the questions he can ask, why is it about my ideal? -___- Doesn't he know that my heart is about to Explode right now because of what he's asking? Does he want to know that I like him? and he is my ideal man? tsk. "Um...Of course! You're not my ideal, You know, sometimes I don't like your Attitude, Do you think you're my ideal man? No, no! over my oh! so sexy and gorgeous body! No." I replied.

Angelica wailed, burying her face against his arm in a desperate plea for comfort. A sharp, irritated grunt escaped Cassidy's chest. He felt a burning spike of resentment—he was sick and tired of Angelica still clinging to her husband with no actual intention of walking away. But deeper than that, a hot, agonizing flare of jealousy gutted him at the thought of his own wife, Sophie, throwing herself back at Collin. "Why the hell are you still playing happy family with him anyway?!" Cassidy snapped bitterly. "You promised me you were getting a divorce!"

The thought gnawed at her, tearing at the fabric of her already fragile self-esteem. First her own father, most of her friends and now her husband… “Is she this unlovable? So many questions raised in her head. In this the whole time he sucked her breast hard and he was behaving like he never had sex in his entire life. The moments her body was exposed, a surge of attraction pulled him towards her. Even if he married her forcefully but right now the way he was having her it was showing how much he desired to have her but his feeling was somehow hide under his arrogance but today it came out so aggressively that he himself was totally lost into his sanity.

Stacy had sought solace and understanding in Rita's company, hoping to find some clarity amidst the confusion that clouded her mind. "Nathan is slowly drifting apart from me, Rita," Stacy began, her voice laced with frustration and sadness. "He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore."

"Then what do you want? New husband?” “Please stop! Why do your words offend me more and more like that? I don't want a husband, because I think having one husband is too much trouble, having two will be more troublesome and will give me a headache. I really don't want a new husband or a date. So don't think so petty about me." "Alright alright, this time I'm asking seriously, what do you want?"