Ineffable Husbands Novels & Stories

is he rich. Veebha:of course not.. I think her husband is useless and a dirty pig..that was enough for Elena.. Elena: Just shut up..when you don't know about someone na you should shut your mouth..And about my husband..Aaha he is diamond..No one.. I repeat no one will get a Husband like him.. I love him.. I can't listen a word against him..Don't say something which you will regret..

“Kian, honey you don’t even like girls why would you marry me?” “It’d be a platonic marriage and haven’t you seen that video of these super gentlemanly gay guys saying to the straights that they would take their wives away? Because come on we would be the best husbands, amazing dress sense, hardly ever a misogynist, we could listen to your gossip all day, a match made in heaven!” “I have seen that actually,” Aish chimed in, “Abel and Marshall showed me,” “How are they by the way?” I posed leaning against the counter with my cinnamon twist still pipping hot in its brown wrapping.

Monique Mr. Smith gave a low, calm chuckle. “You seem to be under the impression, Ryan,” he said, his voice slicing through the tension like a blade, “that you and Monique are one body.” “That’s exactly what we are,” Ryan argued, standing tall, his voice ringing with arrogant certainty. “We’re husband and wife. We work as one.”

They brazenly carried out their intimate activities right on the couch, utterly ignoring Juni, who cried until she was hoarse. It turned out that Christian's infidelity had begun long before I even suspected it. Fine. Very well. I saved the video clips and called my lawyer, Adam Lewis, with a steady hand. "Mr. Lewis, hello. Please help me draft a divorce agreement." I was determined to leave Christian. I had to take Juni and walk away from this despicable man. I had just hung up the phone when I heard the front door open. Christian entered, lugging several bags of luggage as his face lit up with an enthusiastic smile. It had been a long time since I had seen him smile like that.

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive. Elena sat at the desk and opened her laptop. She was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that her work never materialized. She was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy her husband's whims. But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Damon was unfaithful? That was her husband, Damon Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.

Still, mindful of Zachary’s position, Simon managed to force a strained smile. “Naturally, the affairs between husband and wife are not for me to interfere in. However, Harriet and I share a long-standing bond. As something of an elder brother of hers, I merely thought to offer her a few words of advice.” Zachary’s expression turned unmistakably dark. “That will not be necessary. You may leave.” With that, he took my wrist and led me back into the courtyard without looking back. His thoughts reached me clearly. “Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a li

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

Not Derek fucked up. My husband was insane, to be sure, but for better or worse, he was in love too. Caring. Kind. Doting. Wasn't he?