Kris Husband Novels & Stories

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

he asked. “Yes,” I answered. He smiled, “Great, because I believe we are going to have a fun time, and on the practice of telling truths,” he paused, smirking at me. I didn’t like that look, didn’t like the way he made me feel slightly anxious. “What?” My voice was little, almost inaudible. He leaned, closer, “A little birdie told me that your husband is out of town for two weeks, and I guess we can have more than a weekend at the beach house,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he stared at me.

After hanging up, Chloe leaned back on the sofa and continued to gush about her husband. "Jessica, I really have to brag about my husband. He's the best man I've ever met." She scrolled through her social media feed and showed it to me. "He always says I'm young and need to see the world, so he takes me on a trip every month." "Last month we went skiing in the Alps, and next month he's booked a helicopter to take us to see the Northern Lights."

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

James sighs, smashing the cigarettes underneath his shoes. “ I was waiting for your wife. Why are you here?” Shrugging, he walks inside being followed by Edward and Charlotte who is silent. “ I am her husband. I need to know what kind of deal you are going to make with her. What if you use her innocent and kind heart to make your profit?” “ You are something, Bro. I am not that bad .” “ Still Bad. ”

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

After wrapping up my tasks at work, I called my husband, Christian Clark. "Honey, don't forget to come home for Christmas today! I have some good news to share with you!" On the other end of the line, Christian's voice sounded rushed and tense. "Shiloh, there's an urgent issue with the company project. I need to check on it right away! Juni already finished her bottle and is asleep, so don't worry!" Those two sentences filled me with unease. Our daughter, Juniper Clark, was just over a year old. How could I possibly not worry about her being left alone at home?

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'