Ineffable Husbands Fanart Novels & Stories

“Charles, there are no ‘ifs.’ Every choice you made exposed your true thoughts. So, even if it were not Michelle, there would have been a Jane or a Mary. We were never destined to last.” The light in Charles’ eyes died out instantly. “I’m sorry, Yvonne. I’m truly sorry.” After saying that, he turned and walked away. His figure was hunched and lonely. As I watched him leave, I called out to the system in my mind. ‘System, unbind,’ I thought. [Host confirmed unbinding? Current target status: Severe intellectual regression, unable to care for self. Irreversible after unbinding.] ‘Confirmed,’ I thought.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

"How is discussing art embarrassing?" "Because you made me look like I can't control my own wife!" The words hang in the air like a slap. Control. That's what this has always been about. "I'm not a possession, Alexander." "Aren't you?" He turns to face me fully, his ice-blue eyes cold with fury. "Because last I checked, I own everything you have. This dress, this car, the roof over your head, your family's financial security. All of it depends on you being the wife I need, not the woman you think you want to be."

The fact that she had to work with her husband after an affair was already a disaster, and now she had to work with her husband's boyfriend too. If she could, she would just pull out every strand of her husband's hair from his scalp until he was bald. Let's see whether the guy will still be handsome or not if he is bald.

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

After what seemed like an internal struggle, Christian finally spoke in a small voice. "Shiloh, I don't love Peyton. I only want her to have a child for me. You know that the business needs a male heir, but you refuse to have a second child. That's why I had no choice. Don't worry, the person I love most is still you. Once the boy is born, I'll cut ties with Peyton and let the child recognize you as his mother." I laughed out loud at the absurdity of it. "Christian Clark, are you out of your mind? Do you think any normal person would agree to this nonsense? You cheated. Don't try to dress it up as noble!

No form of decency or respect for me as his wife whatsoever. Is this a marriage or hell in disguise of a marriage? How many more lovers did he have? There is no doubt that he obviously paints my name in a bad image before them. I wonder what he says to them? Probably that his wife is infertile, incapable of birthing a child. Or perhaps his parents forced him to marry a gold digger as a wife. Whatever he said, it was clearly not something to applaud over. My heart ached within me and twined tears streamed down my eyes, blurring my vision.

I paused, studying my work, then nodded in approval, a smile tugging at my lips. With nothing to do and because my nosy ass refused to stay still, I peeped at my husband. His ice cream lay untouched on the picnic mat, his brows furrowed in concentration, and I stretched my neck to get a better view. “Hmm, what is that supposed to be?” I looked at the blob of white so thick it stayed like it was plastered on, and I tried to stifle the laughter inside my palm. There was one thing Davy was not good at, the very thing I excelled in, and that was art. He couldn’t even draw a cup, and I wondered how someone so gifted managed to lack a basic skill.

But my husband doesn't have a girlfriend. “Jace of course. Jace Williams has a girlfriend!" She replied and i felt the whole blood in me dried up that instant

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”