Kris Husband Novels & Stories

Kris, doing everything possible to make her miserable during their marriage. Kris believing his mother’s lies and having her arrested for three days before having his lawyer serve her divorce papers. Kris refusing to believe her when she told him about the pregnancy and throwing her out in the middle of the night. But there were also other memories of before they got married. Kris, telling her he couldn't wait to start a family with her. Kris, telling her that he would adore their future children until they got sick of too much love. More tears spilled from her eyes. Had she really been selfish for wanting to keep her son, the most important person in her life, away from Kris and his evil fa

Kris uttered trying to suppress her sobs. After a while Kris broke off the hug and then turned her head to George who is standing next to Solana, silently watching us. "Who is he?" Kris carefully asked shifting her gaze from Solana then to George. Solana turned her head to George and then to Kris. "He is George..." Solana paused and threw a glance at my side before bringing her gaze back to Kris. "my husband," she added and when I heard those words came out of her mouth I felt a pang on my chest.

“Since Cris doesn’t have time anymore to discuss grand weddings, not to mention the time needed for the preparation, thus, this surprise. Most of all, Trish doesn’t believe it anymore. They once set a wedding date, but Cris canceled it.” I hung my mouth open at this revelation that I wanted to ask more. Only that it wasn’t too comfortable talking about personal matters amidst a solemn atmosphere. Anyway, this could wait. “What do Cris’ parents say about this?” I couldn’t help asking since this was one of Trish’s fears that she might not be accepted into the family. “They are here to support Cris. That couple on the presidential table together with Mr. Williams.” I followed Cris’ direction, a

His wife looked very devastated. "Tell me what happened?" He asked gently, before caressing her back in a comforting manner. "Nothing." She closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest so that she could feel the heartbeat of her husband. His heartbeat was a reminder that she was still alive. Xia doesn’t know what happened. The last thing she remembered was dying from a knife plunged deep into her chest. Her husband arrived too late. He was crying, wanting to save her. He kept on telling her how much he loved her.

"Sorry for disturbing." The two of them had just reached the entrance when I stood up and raised my voice. "Since all the leaders of the fashion media industry are here tonight, I'd like to say something. "Simon Jensen and I are legally married. And while our marriage was still in effect, he cheated on me with Angela Stewart."

That was a narrow escape. I git out the papers from the package I had received and went through it. I hadn't actually read much before and perhaps that's why I'm messing things up like this. Kris POV I left from our room and sat on a sofa in the living room. With my elbows on each lap, both my hand's fingers connected and placed under my chin, I replayed everything that had occurred between I and my wife right from when we returned from the wedding. I feel there is something I just don't understand.

"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."