My Best Husband Novels & Stories

“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?”

The Bin who always surprised me in his own way. Yeah. Perfect. He’s my husband.

I thought I was marrying my best friend. We moved into a beautiful apartment. I worked, he hustled, and eventually, with my help and a few well placed introductions, he landed the role of a lifetime, the lead in a massive superhero movie. It was everything he’d ever wanted, and I was so damn proud of him. But somewhere between the call sheets and the red carpets, I lost my husband. The man I loved started staying out late, coming home smelling of whiskey and perfume. He was always “networking,” always “busy.” I told myself it was the job. The pressure. The fame.

The sound of two old friends, easy with each other. I did not know what game my husband was playing. But I was tired of being a pawn. I dropped the towel. I picked up the red dress. I put it on. And I walked downstairs.

His hands moved as he spoke, frustrated, defensive, while Liam stood still, composed, his posture controlled in a way that made my chest tighten. Ralph exhaled softly, then said the one thing I didn’t need him to say. “Isn’t that your husband?” My grip on the coffee tightened, the lid creaking slightly under the pressure. “Yes, Ralph. That is my husband,” I said, not looking at him, because if I did, I wasn’t sure I’d keep my tone as calm as it sounded. Amy shot him a look. “Not helping, bro,” she muttered under her breath. Ralph raised his hands slightly. “I’m just saying....”

He doesn’t move away, and somehow, that makes it harder to breathe. “Jordan is my husband’s best friend.” The words land heavy between us. His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, something fear, maybe recognition flashes in his eyes before he exhales and looks away. A wave of guilt crashes through me. I hate that I’m dragging this man, this beautiful, gentle soul who’s done nothing but make me feel wanted again into the chaos I call my life. He’s given me something to look forward to, even if I can’t admit that out loud.

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

The party that had been held for me by my husband would be the best thing that I would ever think of . I am most grateful for this opportunity and I promise that I am not going to ruin this , I am going to make sure that I am the best wife that I can be and be the best in everything that I can do .

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

I told him, looking up at him. He tilted his head slightly, studying my face. “So you don’t want to be seen around me?”he asked with an arched eyebrow. I shook my head immediately. Why would I not want to be seen around my own husband? He was the best thing that had happened to me in a very long time. Right now, I am with my workers celebrating a big achievement in the company, it made me feel happy and content. “You’re my dear husband, so I want to be seen around you always. Besides, you are the best thing that has happened to me so far,”I told him, staring straight into his eyes.