Ms Niko Husband Novels & Stories

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

I really don’t want to leave Ashley alone, but I have to deal with Kane. I will humiliate him so badly that he won’t know what else to do with his life. “Welcome Don.” “Thank you Santiago, let’s get to business. I need to get back to my wife.” I miss her already. “You would make me marry my girlfriend.” “Oh please do.” “She’s in anger management bro.” “Then leave her.” “I can’t. She gives the best, mind-blowing blowjob, don't get me started on the doggy style, ooo.”

I picked up the iPad with numb fingers, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would break through my ribs. Richard's footsteps came up the stairs. "Sweetie?" The bedroom door opened, and there he stood, holding a bottle of expensive red wine, smiling at me like he had not just destroyed our entire marriage. "There you are," he said. "Ready for our special night?" I looked at him, this man I gave up everything for, and heard my voice say something I never planned. "Who is Victoria?”

I trust you but not him, and I am doing everything for you, just so you know, I am never going to be a team Nicron," "What does that even mean Grace?" "Well, it means Aron and Nicole, like a ship name if you guys decide to be a thing, I am just saying I am not going to be in support once a team Nicael always a team Nicael," "Okay, what does that also mean?" "The ship name for you and your husband, I mean ex-husband," "You are crazy Grace but don't worry, there is never going to be a team whatever you called Aron and I, I don't see him that way,"

As she took the photo from behind, only Duke's back was visible in the picture. "His husband," Lilly yelled. "Do you think that disabled man can stand up like that? This bitch's got a sugar daddy or something. She is really a disgusting girl. "She's only been married for a week and she's already having affairs behind her husband's back," Lilly said angrily.

“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.”

Fuck what is wrong with me? "Vito's just really busy," I tried to explain. "He had to attend a—" "A very important meeting," Massimo finished for me. "I know. I was at that meeting too. That's why I'm in Rome however darling, that meeting ended approximately..." he glanced down at his watch,"...18 hours ago. He's still not back?" I frowned. "Mi sta prendendo in giro, signore?" ( Are you mocking me sir?) Massimo tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm mocking your dear husband. How dare he leave a gorgeous woman like you alone?"

"You want me to say something stupid." Nicola shrugged. "Not happening." He chuckled as he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "What are you doing?" She asked even as she sighed and closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. "I know what's wrong." His lips were a breath away. "What?" The word was just above a whisper. "My beautiful wife is moody and hormonal and adorable." He chuckled as he closed in on her. Nicola's eyes fluttered open and narrowed and she used an index finger to push him away by his forehead.

Like taking out the trash. "Don't touch me!" Nico fought back. But he was heavily outnumbered. His struggle was pathetic. They dragged him to the door. He looked back at me one last time. Pure despair and denial in his eyes. "Why?" His voice was a raw, animalistic rasp. "Just to spite me, you don't even care about your own life? You just marry some random guy?!"

"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.