Ineffable Husbands Novels & Stories

How now I wish I had taken Cyrus instead of a useless piece of shit. Everyone, including my parents see Abel as just a pretty face I keep around to look good on my arm. They say he is totally useless as a husband and I'm starting to see it that way too. While he is a committed and hardworking partner, he adds little value to my fashion brand. Cyrus on the other hand would have been reliable. I turn off the shower, wrap a towel around my body and head back to the bedroom, only to find my pathetic excuse for a husband holding my phone with a troubled expression plastered on his pretty face.

Right beside her, leaning over to cut her steak for her, was my husband, Roberto Bertelli, the Don of the Bertelli family, the man who commanded an entire underground empire. In six years of marriage, he had never once been that attentive toward me. On my birthday, I had my nails done and asked him to peel my shrimp. Instead of doing it himself, he had a housemaid handle it. My own husband would not do something that small for me, yet there he was, happily cutting Martina's steak for her. Every excuse he had ever given me suddenly made sense: I simply was not the woman he thought was worth that kind of effort. My heart had gone numb, but the video kept playing.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

"Well, I had nothing when I met her. Through all the ups and downs over the years, she held my hand and never let go. She deserves all the love!" "Gosh! Why can't I get such a good husband? Dad! Why is everyone else's husband perfect but mine? Look at this book! This woman killed three people, yet her six-foot-tall, eight-pack, deep-voiced, sharp-eyed, ready-to-kill-anyone-for-her husband worships the ground she walks on. But why did I get that—" "Travis is 6'2", has eight packs, doesn't like tattoos, but if you want, he might consider one. And obviously, he’d kill anyone who touches you. Don't you know that?"

When the mouse is away, she plays. ******** I have spent the last fifteen years trying to be the perfect wife for my husband and I think I have pretty much succeeded. He has never gone without sex when he has wanted it; I have never used the old headache excuse, or I'm on my period", or even the old standby "I just don't feel good tonight." I've always been ready and willing. And my husband is no slouch in bed either; he has always been able to bring me to multiple orgasms and he has always said that taking care of my wants and needs is his first priority. And its not like I was inexperienced when I met my husband. I'd had several lovers before marrying my husband and a few of them had bigge

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

But you're my happiness, Neil. Thank You, for being there every time whenever I need a warm hug. I will remember You. I will remember your beautiful mesmerizing eyes. I'll remember your calming masculine scene. Am I talking like a pervert? No, I'm talking about my husband. Husband? Hahaha! Seriously Aashmaan? He only puts vermillion without any proper rituals. You're not married to him and that doesn't count in marriage. I'm losing my mind and I need a doctor.

When he recalled that they had been married for five years yet knew very little about her, it made Jackson sad. Before they got married, he had asked Yvonne about her family before. However, all she said was that both her parents were dead and she only had an uncle left. He never thought much about it. Now that he looked back on it, he did not blame Yvonne for not telling him because every time he came back, they would only be affectionate with each other and do what couples did. He never cared about what she was thinking about. He knew that he was an incompetent husband. It was no wonder Yvonne had kept everything to herself in the past. Jackson mulled it over again and again. Finally, when

“If I remember right, the open marriage was his idea. He even bragged about drafting a set of rules, one of them being that neither partner should ever know who the other was sleeping with.” Sharon arches a brow, arms folded. “Well, I guess he’s changed his mind.” I snort, though it feels hollow. “And his wife?” Sharon shrugs. “We don’t move in the same circles. There is no way of getting her side of things.” Well, I’ve heard her breath catch, and felt her skin tremble against mine. If anyone could ask, it’s me. But how the hell would I even start that conversation without giving myself away?