Ineffable Husbands Fanart Novels & Stories

“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.”

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

"Your brain seems to have gone haywire. None of us know who the President of Universe Corporation is. Comparing his figure to that deformed man is like comparing the sky and the mud." "Is that a problem for you, My Husband?" Caraline laughed even though on the other hand she wanted to vomit when she said that. "Looks like I'll have to get used to it from now on. After all, the two of us are as perfect a match as people say."

I looked down at the first question. HOW DID YOU MEET ADRIAN KANE? Question Two: WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF HIM? Question Three: WHAT DO YOU ADMIRE MOST ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND? I immediately pushed the tablet away. “I refuse.” “You don’t have a choice.” “I absolutely do.” “No.” “See?” I pointed at him. “This is exactly why people write murder mysteries.” Victor looked tired already. Honestly impressive. We’d only been talking for five minutes. “Let’s begin.”

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

John and Miss Grace were so proud of her that at least she was able to stand up again. Paul and Mike were surprised to see what was leaked. “Since when did my wife start designing?” He asked Mike as he showed them the pictures. “Is this hers?” Mike wondered. “This is a masterpiece man, I wonder how it will look like in reality. Leave alone the sample.” “Everyone is focused on Ivana's work. This is the best time for you to bring them to me. You strike when still hot,” The text read. Unfortunately, Mr. Mukhongo was taking a bath and Elizabeth happened to read the message.

Subsequently, Mrs. Lemmington, who was an art teacher, drew the scene of her husband at that time and titled it “Joy”. The husband depicted in the painting was handing his wife a peeled sweet potato. He was all covered in sweat, yet joy emanated from his eyes. The lady before him was all he had eyes for. Their love, depicted in that scene, was clear to all who saw the drawing. That was the romantic ideal of an artist.

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

“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?”