Kat Timpf's Husband Novels & Stories

He is my husband now , temporary but yeah whatever. The guy moved in hurry went to other side of the crowd . Timothy could only smirked . "Your charm works in wonder , Babe" he said , she blushed hard , even though she knew he was talking to his gun. Their que was getting closer and closer to the check post area . Her palms are getting sweaty and Timothy's hand on her shoulder weren't helping the situation but making it worst . Cause she has Haphephobia!! His hands where sliding through her arms and landed on her waist ! Before she could protest the girl was pulled closer to her husband .

Richard says, and as if to show the point of the whole thing, he leans forward, kissing the side of Liv’s head, making the rest of them coo. Personally, I don’t see the point. In those five years, none of them would have had their peace, their lives changed one day and never followed routine ever again. That sounds like absolute horror to me. “And this is Tamara and her husband, Mason. If you think she looks familiar, it’s because she’s the weather woman.” Liv continues to the next couple. Tamara is looking at her husband like he hung the moon, and he is holding her so close as if someone were going to take her away.

She leaned over and pecked his cheek. He was about to reply to her when a call came in on his phone and he ignored her and picked up his phone. “Yes? Yes, this is Shawn Gold and yes, I am her husband. What?” What hospital? He shouted, sounding agitated as he got on his feet. “What's going on?” She asked as he dropped the call and picked up his jacket. “Tiffany is in danger. She was pushed down the rooftop at school…”

Colton frowned as Jade named her baby boy Timothy Johann. He wanted Johann, their father's name, to be his nephew's first name. "I like it," Jade didn't say to him that Cecilia's husband's name was Timothy and that she's Tyler's step mom. She didn't disclose to him who her husband was. She was rather thankful that Colton respected her wish not to tell whom she was married since she was divorced. Four years went by in a blink. The door of the private pediatric hospital suite opened and a magnetic voice boomed. "How's my son, doctor?"

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

Another investor, Tim, I think, leans in. “Don’t pay attention to Carl,” he mutters. “He’s a dick.” I smirk slightly. “Yeah.” “He’s been after your wife since the Christmas party. Not just recently.” My jaw tightens. “I didn’t know that.” “Yeah. He’s been saying he heard you two were having problems. Claims he’s gonna help her work it out.” I scoff. “Yeah. No. We’re having a baby.” Tim’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, congrats, man.”

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

"Tell me right now—who did you say was your wife, huh?" Timothy hissed in pain and whispered in Avery's ear, "This is the man who's going to help us get rich, so you had better behave!" It was clear that there'd been a strain on Avery and Timothy's relationship after what happened at the hospital. They were no longer sweet and loving with one another. In fact, they seemed more inclined to tear at one another's throats. Timothy returned to his senses and reached out to wrap a hand around my waist. "This is my wife. Right, Amelia?"

A few weeks. The hypocrisy crashes over me in waves. Tim, who sits in the front pew every Sunday. Tim, who leads youth group prayers about purity and waiting for marriage. Tim, who just twenty minutes ago had his hands all over me while his pregnant girlfriend, his pregnant, unwed girlfriend, sat in my kitchen. "That's..." I swallow hard, bile rising in my throat. "That's wonderful."

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."