Kris Husband Novels & Stories

If you managed to use your head well, you could remain famous for a long time. So basically, I didn't care what Kris did with his life as long as he participated in all the couple interactions with me to feed our fans and gossip pages. But Kris surprised me today when he told me that he wanted to declare a break-up between him and me because he was in a delicate situation since a peasant girl from his hometown was expecting a child from him.

Me too buddy, me too. After a moment of his usual stubbornness, he left. When Kris described dealing with high quality client as being suffocating, her only breathe of fresh air coming whenever they left, I hadn’t believed her. Well, I did now. The moment Grayson shut the door behind him, all the air rushed back into my lungs, I could finally breathe again. “So, I take it your husband is not aware?” He gaze narrowed at me, but not in the suspicious way I was used to, more like he was confused and needed answers only I could provide.

“You know what one more strange thing is there between them they don’t stay at one apartment… he is her neighbor…” “Not strange something is missing… very strange… and something is wrong.” He replied and started thinking something…. He smiled and said “ they are not married just pretending…. And if they are married then also that marriage is not valid.. because we are not officially divorced. I have never submitted papers in court. “Am coming back baby.. your husband is coming back to claim what is belongs to him.. small smirk formed on his face. ********* And after that night things became normal Maya spent her holiday with her mother and brother and kids. But in-between Krish went for some

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

He laughed,I turned to the receptionist who shook her head with an expression that it is not me ' so you haven't read or listened to the news ,even go online,every fucking news about your marriage is there' he said mockingly. I and Alex opened our phone online. The news of our wedding took all the news It was still a surprised, we haven't tell anybody except the staff ,who among them is a spy. ' kpa!!' Alex cleared his throat. I can see he is frustrated in seeing George and want everything done faster. ' thanks, can we know go to business' I said. He stood up, we lead him to the conference room. We sat down.

"No matter what. Kris is dead to me. The man I married died in the rain that day you threw me out with my bags. This man standing here? I don't know him." Her words were quiet, but they were heavier than any slap Jude had ever given her. Kris knelt. His knees hit the floor hard with a thud. His hands were shaking so badly he had to hold them together to stop them. His chest was rising and falling fast, like he had been running. He stared at the numbers on the paper — their wedding date — and everything he had done came back at once. The rain. The shouting. The way he had watched her walk away with nothing.

With a sigh, still groggy, I roll out of bed and head for the door. Sleep vanishes when I see my husband in the kitchen. His tie hangs loose, his shirt is creased, and his face is pale with exhaustion. I pour a glass of water and hand it to him. He drinks slowly, as if each swallow takes effort. “Rough night?” I ask. He nods. “I went out with the boys. My best friend’s in town, so we went to the club downtown.” “Oh. When did he get in?” Felix pauses mid-breath and looks at me as if the question is out of place, his gaze sharp, almost defensive. The silence stretches, and for the first time tonight, I feel the weight of something unsaid pressing between us.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

And the thought of losing that made a strange panic flare up deep inside his chest. “By the way, kuya, I heard you’re with a woman right now. Is she your girlfriend?” Leah, his younger sister, asked. Liam replied, “No, she’s my wife.” Cris nearly spat out his drink upon hearing that. “What?! How did that happen?!” Cris asked in shock. Liam let out a sigh and was forced to explain how everything had happened.

"Abeer this is Ishan and this Abeer." Ishan offer him hand for handshake. "Hi I am Krisha's husband." By saying that they handshake. "I know , she told me about you and divorce." He replied with a grin. Abeer look at her in disbelief . At first Abeer was holding his hand gently but then he pressed his very tightly while gritting his teeth in anger.