Im Her Husband But Hes Her Man Novels & Stories

"Sorry for disturbing." The two of them had just reached the entrance when I stood up and raised my voice. "Since all the leaders of the fashion media industry are here tonight, I'd like to say something. "Simon Jensen and I are legally married. And while our marriage was still in effect, he cheated on me with Angela Stewart."

“His husband.” The words hung in the air, heavy, final. “And his mate.” The declaration was deliberate, a hammer striking a nail. I watched the realization hit Hero. First, confusion flickered across his eyes, then a slower, dawning shock. He tried to speak; his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came. “And,” my tone dropped colder, “I’d appreciate it if you stopped acting so intimately with someone else’s husband.”

Every single word oozed self-pity. I pitied her hardships. I never refused when she asked me to help her brother. I even handed over my bank card for her to manage. While I sat frozen, she posted again. "His business is doing pretty well lately. I'm planning to have him buy my son a wedding house. After all, his assets will end up being my son's sooner or later anyway. What's wrong with planning ahead?" A string of supportive comments followed. Someone asked her how she managed to deceive her husband so flawlessly.

He summoned the entire family, activated every connection he had, and launched a full-scale search for Lina. Within a single day, they found her. Lina threw herself into Marco’s arms the moment she was rescued, and when she saw me, her face twisted into fear. “Aurora, I’m sorry! I’ll stay far away from your husband from now on. Please don’t lock me up in the punishment room again!” It was the first time she called Marco my husband. Marco’s presence turned terrifying. His cold gaze shot toward me like a knife. “Aurora, jealousy has limits! Lina is just a child! The punishment room is for traitors and enemies! She was electrocuted and whipped in there… Do you have any idea she almost died?”

A passing woman nudged her husband with a sigh. “Look at that, he goes with his wife to every checkup. And you? “Ah, I really envy her. Her husband spoils her so much, he even pays for special access so she won’t stand too long.” Chastised, the man muttered, pointing discreetly at me, “At least I’m better than some. Look at that lady, rushing her kid to the ER alone while her husband’s nowhere to be seen. Compared to him, I’m doing well.”

At an alumni gathering, our former class representative, Ryan Fletcher, suggests we play "I've Got Something You Don't". Madeline Rothsford, the class belle back in the day, lowers her gaze before shooting a quick glance at Theodore Crawford, who is picking the tomatoes off a pizza. Then, with reddened eyes, she says, "I once had someone crash my wedding and try to get me to run away with him. But I turned him down." The whole class erupts. "No wonder Theodore insisted on organizing this alumni gathering right after you got divorced! So this was all to rekindle an old flame!" Theodore looks up, but before he can say anything, his friends from another table call him over for a toast. Ma

Damian countered coldly. Caroline let out a heavy sigh, turning toward Ethan. "Ethan, your father is right. A wife is the reflection of her husband's devotion," she said softly, though her eyes subtly flickered over to Damian. "If a man fails to offer his wife the security she needs and does not cherish her properly, how can he expect her to blossom into her best self for him?" There was a strange undertone in her words, and for a long second, Damian’s eyes locked with Caroline's before he abruptly looked away.

He’s your husband, not some celebrity you’ve never seen before. Her cheeks warmed, and she pressed her lips together to keep herself from smiling. He’s your husband. Contract husband. That somehow made it worse.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.