Ineffable Husbands Fanart Novels & Stories

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

Watching all the donations and subscriptions pouring in on the livestream, I was so furious that my hands trembled. Chris was lying on the bed. Although he did not have hands, he used his face to gently rub my cheek. There was pain in his eyes, but there was also encouragement. I took a deep breath, held his face and kissed the scars that had healed yet remained hideous. "Don't worry, honey. If it's popularity they want, I'll give them a big boost." I opened the X app, formerly known as Twitter, and registered a new account with the handle "Chris Gomez's Wife".

From there, I clicked into the recommended articles to see a rundown of Angela's love life. Her new husband was listed as the vice president at a publicly traded company. According to the article, he'd gifted her a yacht worth over a million dollars. In the photos, the vice president didn't look that bad with all that money to polish his appearance. The only issue was that his balding head was hard to miss. I supposed that if a 50-year-old man had enough money, then his flaws wouldn't seem so important. In the wedding photos, Angela's smile didn't even look half as natural as when she was posing on the yacht.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

I tilted my head and flashed the camera an innocent, saccharine smile. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight. Bruce just gave another ten gifts!" Bruce smacked a kiss on my shoulder, then glanced over at Jake. "Hey Jake, your wife is seriously slutty. Just think of tonight's donations as my tip to you for your trouble." Jake's fists clenched tight. His teeth ground together audibly, the muscles in his cheek twitching. The chat feed was full of mockery. [The cuckold's back!] [This guy can really take it.]

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

I can't believe I will eat this fancy food in Infront of me. "No worries, my job pays well and it's my decision to spend it. Anyway..." And we discussed so many things. From hobbies and interests. It's shocking we almost have the same hobbies like games, arts and such. Except for idol simping which the fact a hobby I hide from everyone especially here since it's her husband... I really have fun though. I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time.

Zayne dropped and we walked into the car, letting the cameras capture our backs as we walked. In the car, Zayne's muscles bulged but he remained expressionless. I glanced back at the man I had spent six years loving. Six years of foolishness. “ Dear husband. You should have made sure I stayed dead”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the