Im Her Husband But Hes Her Man Novels & Stories

Egbert sneered, the man turned, not avoiding Frederick, but also said: "Do I still need your permission to look at my ex-husband?" Saying this, Egbert Smith stood up, straightening his wrinkle-free clothes. “Frederick, you should remember, Erwin was once my husband. And now, you can only be called Erwin's fiancé at most!" After the provocation, Egbert Smith realized what he had just said. This was like a case of jealousy between an ex-husband and a new husband, while his fiancé, Hein Wilson, was still standing next to him. Egbert Smith was confused, but he didn't feel remorse when he said that last sentence.

Robert stared at her beautiful natural face under the morning sun and feels the urge to mark her as his mate, but he was trying to suppress his feelings. “Oh Rima, please don't know okay?” “She is not a wolf, and I can't mark her as my mate.” “Mate!” Rima screamed out again in glee. They walked out while they find the woman in the kitchen while a man was chopping the wood. “Good morning,” Robert greeted. “Morning!” The woman answered. “Who is he?” Robert inquired, pointing to the strange man. “Actually, ERM, he is my husband.” The woman said.

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.

Raymond maintained a calm composure as he locked eyes with the Alpha—his expression betraying a lack of concern for his inability to shift. Observing the interaction, Jennifer furrowed her brow in displeasure. The man’s derogatory remarks aimed at her husband stirred a sense of unease within her. ‘Husband? Did I just think of him as my husband? Well, he is my husband now. We are legally wedded.’ She wanted to answer the man, but someone else spoke before her.

She looks dynamic and sexy even though her body doesn't stand out. "Whether the thing told is my strength or even my weakness," I asked. "He always said, 'I want to eat it whole, but unfortunately, I love her,' " he said while imitating Lucan's style standing with hands on hips. "Oh,—" Involved my surprised attitude on everyone and they laughed. My eyes search where my husband is. Ah, does he deserve to be called a husband because there is no human marriage without a blessing? He just fucked me and it's not a marriage!

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

On the contrary, he found her very cute. He reached out with his long fingers and forcefully pinched her puffed cheeks. They were soft to the touch that he did not feel like letting go. He looked at her in the eyes and spoke, “Emmy, you are my wife, and it is only natural that you spend my money. If we were not related, believe me, I wouldn’t have batted an eye even if you died.” Emmy raised her hand and slapped the man’s hand away. Did he not know how to gently treat a woman? That hurt a lot.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

He stood up sharply, his gaze piercing. “You don’t need to worry about your mother,” he said firmly. “And I do have the right to forbid you—because I’m your husband.” He sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip. Those last words—I’m your husband—hit Isabella harder than she expected. Her heart gave a strange, uneasy flutter. ‘But… isn’t this marriage only temporary?’ she thought bitterly. Then why did those words sound so real? “But, Max… aren’t we—”