Ineffable Husbands Mga Nobela at Kwento

**** "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.

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

he groaned and stroked his ponytail. He was the husband to Opula, the first daughter of the Fanny’s. Ken was tall, well-built with strong facial features. He was a live-in husband, just like the other husbands, who found no fault in being taken care of by their billionaire father-in-law. “Same story every day. Opula is not enjoying it anymore,” she glowered, snorted, nagged and added, “You are always impossible.” Her nostrils flared and eyes lined with insatiability.

Aarhan replied "And here you are wrong Aarhan. Here only you are wrong just like others. Adeel is now the best husband but he was not the best before. In the initial stage of our marriage he was completely different from now. When we got married we both were practically strangers. Yes we met before marriage but he was very much reserved . He talked very less and meant very less. I was the one who used to initiate talks and he used to give one word answers. I got tired of that as well because I was the one who was putting up everything. I was giving my 200 percent but he was not even trying. He was doing the duty of a husband from every way but a husband and wife's relationship is just more t

He noticed a glass of water being placed on the table while his wife was simply drinking a can of coke. “Coca-Cola is bad for your health. It’s full of sugar and additives. “He started ranting about the bad side effects of sugar in the body. The little lady could only seat like a good student and listen carefully as her husband lecture her about the side effect of her favorite drinks. Times like this make her feel loved and cared for. TBC

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.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

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.