Ineffable Husbands Novels & Stories

I forgot that he was with us. "It looks like you're having fun talking," there was a joke in the tone of his voice. "Don't wish for more Dylan, you'll only get pissed off at Dianna. Is she made to believe too much om his husband's lame reasons?" I slightly elbowed Chelsea. "Is your husband Dave, not coming?" I will ask. "He said he'll just go, there's something important that needs to be finished." "Ah, he's good to be with you. I really can't wait for my husband to finish his pile of work at his job."

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

"Little brother-in-law is captured again!" "Shall we chase after them? Why don't we get someone else to be your husband? Darryl is such a nuisance."

Like a mad woman, Ashley called out for her husband as she pushed open the large door of the family vacation home. She hadn’t even moved a step when the most horrific scene came into sight. Her step-sister in her husband’s warm embrace. “Husband!” She yelled, voice cracking with uncertainty as salty tears stung her face ready to drop any minute. But to her utmost surprise, Rhett McCall, her beloved husband only turned back casually and flashed her a disgusting look. “You came right on time,” Rhett said simply, his hands resting firmly on Rachel’s waist and she in turn linked her arm around him tightly. An evil smirk playing on her lips.

"But I won't marry you." "Oh. But what I want is for you to marry me," I said in a stern voice. "I can't get pregnant without a husband, Adam." I brought my hand to my mouth when I suddenly felt nauseous. "If I have to pay you just for you to marry me, I'd gladly do it. Just name your price." Adam looked at me as if I had grown horns on my head. "Fine. Ten million dollars, Claire." "Ten million? Consider it done," I answered just as I finally threw up my dinner in front of him.

"So when you're married to a rag, an irritating human, how does it feel? Again, they muttered some things. And, again, they agreed to what he said. Saying things like, "Very frustrating. That'd be so annoying." "Everyone." That evil smile gleamed on his lips harder, then he sashayed to me. Reaching my hand, he held it in his, and pecked my knuckles. "Meet my wife. The middle-class rag." I stared blankly at him, tears trickling down my face. For a moment, everyone was silent. That was good. No one found his joke funny.

The reputation they all knew him for was not who she knew. “ a man who can barely stand the presence of another lady aside from that of his wife, a man who has never been seen with another woman despite the rumors circulating of him having a multitude of women. Clair we all know someone is tarnishing his image but if you must know my husband only has eyes for me… something we can't say about your marriage” Clair raised her hands but it's held amidst the air. Emilia felt herself wrapped in the embrace of a familiar scent. She looked up to the eyes of her husband. Mark roughly pushed his wife to the floor.

"Rome is my boyfriend, Solana. And you know what? He's willing to do anything just so he can make me happy. What about your husband, Solana? Does he even have money to buy your whims? I don't think so." I cocked an eyebrow. "My husband may not be rich, but he never fails to make me happy, Agatha. He would pamper me. He would cook for me and insist on making me smile whenever I'm sad and you know what's the best part of marrying him? He can make me feel that I am the only woman in his life and I don't need to convince him on something because he will give everything that can make me happy," "…And I don't need my husband to provide for my whims. I can work for it, Agatha. I am not impotent," I

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.