Larkin Love Husband Novels & Stories

“How dare you say that to me! You didn’t even consider that you’re sleeping with my husband! And my God, Rica! Winson and I have a child!” “How could you do this to me?!” Lorain said, her voice filled with sadness, frustration, and mixed emotions. “Please, Rica, leave my husband! Let him go—” Lorain couldn’t finish her sentence because Rica interrupted her. “WINSON AND I ARE MARRIED! And besides, he loves me! He left you because of me, Lorain! Are you that numb? Or just plain stupid for being a martyr to a man who already replaced you?!”

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.

“I feel like you being there won’t help his irritation any.” “Very well. I will remain close by, just in case he attempts to take you back with him again.” I can hear the edge in Erik’s voice when he talks about Larkin. Even now that we were married, he saw him as competition for my attention. It was a little flattering, but also completely unnecessary. I’d made my choice, and I intend to remain faithful to it. We come to the main estate, and stop at the front entrance. “I’ll be close by, my flower.” Erik says, gently taking the tips of my fingers in his hand and kissing them. The action made me shiver a little. My new husband really was quite charming.

They cursed me for bringing bad luck to my husband and being an agent of misfortune. Every word cut into me, making me shiver and unable to face them. Jonathan Larkin was the one who stepped forward and said he was willing to marry me. He was the one who proved to them that I wasn't what they said. Jonathan personally pulled me out of my despair. So why wouldn't I marry him? Joseph mocked, saying, "Everyone knows Uncle Jonathan is a man of big dreams. A woman like Wendy would never be worth his time." Jonathan was known to be a legend in the town. He once took a small amount of money and struck out for the big city on his own, securing deal after deal before returning to take over as the pla

Grace's eyes didn't move an inch from Laila's mouth just to make sure what answer she would hear. "My husband is a man whose family background I know very well, we don't need love in marriage." Grace almost dropped hand on her chin when Laila said that love has no meaning whatsoever in a marriage relationship. Her eyes narrowed, Laila's thoughts were very different from hers but exactly the same as Callin's. "My husband said something like that. Love is not important for living together, he was once engaged to a woman he didn't love and that wasn't a problem.His ex-fiancee said that to him."

Clark was indignant as Damon scolded him, his hands clenched at his sides. Anger flashed in his eyes. "Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. How I handle things is none of your business!" he snapped. Damon sneered. "At least Tom knew to protect Jacqueline. You, on the other hand, are both unfaithful and cowardly. I don't know how the Sumners ended up with someone as useless as you." Clark gritted his teeth and said coldly, "At least I'm not coveting someone else's wife."

"It’s a bit messy in there. Owen hasn’t woken up yet. After all, he pulled me back in several times last night, saying he’d never been this satisfied before. Feel free to go in if you don't mind." The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and through the small opening, I could faintly make out the shape of a body under the covers. I stood there, expressionless and unmoving. Luna, unbothered, lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "You're quite calm, aren't you? Most people would have lost it by now, seeing their husband in love with another woman. But here you are." She took a slow drag from her cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke, her eyes gleaming with lazy triumph. "Owen fell for me the momen

Drooping the plates in the sink, she thought of her husband, the pills she saw beside the drawer that morning, how she agreed to marry him, why he never consummated their marriage, and her father, the old man who brought Darian into her life. "Oh my, I will do the dishes." Tina's voice jolted Lena out of her trance. "Sure," Lena smiled. She left the kitchen and made her way back to the hallway. With slow and quiet gaits, she walked toward the door of Darian's office. She peeped at him through the door that was left slightly open. A smile tugged on her lips, and she wiggled her head, basking in the pleasure that came with watching her handsome husband work his ass off.

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

A few residents returning from work hurried past, sensing the unbearable tension. Argan finally spoke again, his tone softer, desperate. “Devia, please. Don’t leave. I know I’m a failure, but I… I still love you.” Devia laughed again, empty of joy, filled only with irony. “You love me? After letting another woman call you her husband? After your family mocked me like I was worthless? What kind of love is that, Argan?” Argan said nothing. His face had gone pale; his chest heaved with uneven breaths.