Jealous Possessive Husband Books Novels & Stories

"No one's ever said anything like that to me before." "Then everyone you've known has been blind." Sebastian held out the journal. "This belongs to you. Your thoughts. Your words. But I want you to know that reading it made me prouder to be your husband. You're not just the mother of my children or the woman who survived Helena's cruelty. You're a thinker. A writer. Someone whose insights matter." Alessia took the journal, clutching it to her chest. "What do you want from me?" she asked quietly. "Knowing all this. What do you expect?"

“Nah. The location she told me doesn’t match where your wife’s boutique is.” I studied him for a second, then nodded. “Alright.” We wrapped up the night with laughter, throwing jabs at each other the way we always did. “Maybe this one will finally tame you,” I teased. He scoffed. “Please. I’m the one doing the taming.” I laughed. “As always. You’re the man for every woman. You’ll definitely go round.” “At least I’m not installing cameras in my house like a paranoid husband,” he shot back.

“You could’ve just slept with my uncle and moved on. Instead you ruined everything. When people find out a man like him is associated with someone like you—” My hands curl into fists at my sides. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Or what delusion you’re living in,” I say evenly, even though my blood is boiling, “and I don’t care enough to figure it out.” I lean forward so we’re eye level. “But you will watch your mouth. You will not speak about my husband like that.” The word comes out sharper this time. “And you will never call him yours again.” My husband. Mine. The possessiveness in my chest surprises even me, but I don’t fight it.

"I'm sure you're about to tell me." "I think you're not actually worried about security. I think you're jealous." My entire body went rigid. "That's ridiculous." "Is it? Because you're acting pretty jealous right now." "I'm acting concerned about your safety." "You're acting like a possessive boyfriend who just found out his girlfriend had coffee with another guy." "I'm your husband, not your boyfriend. And I'm not possessive." "Really? Because you literally just said you're running a background check on my friend from art school who I haven't seen in five years. That seems pretty possessive to me."

“Chasing you out of this marriage, my intention actually. I never want you and I'll never want you. If you keep hoping for something that's never going to happen, I'm afraid you'll get old before you realize that you're never my type. I don't even know what my father was thinking when he chose you, a college student... Oh, dear. My reputation is really about to crumble because of you.” “I don't care about what you're going to do but I'll give anything just to ease my midterm in school and he's the only one that can help me. You don't want me to go to the public library, fine. But I won't leave my best friend for you. And the fact that you don't want me now doesn't mean you'd never want me. I

The same man forbade me from ever coming to his office and just the sight of my face irritates him to the core. A sound of displeasure left my lips as I pondered over what took place earlier this morning in Lucas' office. My own husband was caught red handed making out with a human and he showed no sign of remorse to it. Anxiety filled up my senses and nausea set in. What usually went on between him and his mistresses? Mistresses wow. A pained smile carved on my lips. I was sharing my husband with multiple women. No form of decency or respect for me as his wife whatsoever.

I had no business with her besides her husband who had refused to employ his greatest discretion to things. "Why are you so jealous of me? Do you really think that I would let him go now that I found him again? I know that a lot of women are delusional but you take the cake. It's so annoying to see you act this way." She mentioned while staring at her watch

she groaned, crossing her arms. He raised a brow. “Oh no, darling. No secrets, no scan. That’s the deal.” She was cornered, she begrudgingly recounted what happened that morning—every petty, jealous detail. Harold leaned back in his chair, barely suppressing a grin as she narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?” He chuckled. “You don’t have a heart condition, Dr. Aria. You’re just... experiencing a classic case of romantic jealousy. Quite serious, but not fatal.”

That caused a reflexive gasp to evolve from me and without waiting to hear anything else, I ran from their presence. I thought I must have heard the wrong thing but it continued to play in my head on repeat, affirming that I had nothing to expect but doom from this. Justine had another woman in his life, one that was pregnant with his child. This was the beginning of disaster for me as I so considered.

My body is unbearably sensitive. Just the lightest touch from a man unsettles me, sending ripples through my senses, sometimes… something more. Because of this sensitivity, my husband has started to see me as something he can simply hand off, like a gift or a present. My name is Desiree Lockhart, and I've been married for two years. My husband is a well-paid executive at a medical equipment company, and our life is comfortable—at least financially. But there's something about me, this sensitivity, that can make even a fleeting brush of contact feel like an electric charge.