Novelas y relatos de Ineffable Husbands

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.

"You are!" My eyes widened and my thoughts stammered. Despite of hardly any noticeable similarities between them, I couldn't pin point a single thing that could make them brothers. Thinking of similarities, none of other vicious husbands of mine had any resemblance to conclude them as brothers. Every single one had their own charisma, ignited different danger. If one radiated heat of fire, other reciprocated coldness of ice. If one had senses of predator, other was as chaotic as mind of warrior. I was a loving wife. I wasn't particularly fascinated by one.

All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off. My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no fucking clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

I'm not used to hearing things like that but I must admit that what he said had a different effect on me. "But I'll wait, wife. I'll wait for you. Always and forever." I nodded as he said it sincerely. One thing I learned from my husband, he's not the madman I believed he was. He is not as ruthless as the people in town believe. He's Mr. Shein and my husband is the kindest man I've met so far.

*** "YOU shouldn't have said that,” Infinity said to her husband as they were eating their lunch after the fiasco. Elroy frowned at her, he couldn't understand why she didn't want to let people know she was his wife. "People around here thought that you are a cafeteria lady who takes orders from department by department. And you don't want them to know that I am your husband? They are completely disrespecting you…me.” He is not mad at his wife. He is just a little bit irritated with some of the people around him.