My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

He winked at her with a playful smirk. "And why would I believe you? Why would my husband ask someone like you to pick me up? What is the proof?" His smirk widened and his pupils dilated, Lily noticed and got goosebumps the second she did. “Someone like me? What does that exactly mean sweetheart?" His hand brushed a strand out of Lily's face. She flinched and moved back, the man held her thighs and pulled her towards him. "I don't give a damn if you believe me or not, that is not my job, but I feel too sorry for you, imagine having a husband who sells you to a mafia for a week to enjoy with his side chick. Doesn't that sound pitiful ?"

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

Spencer to meet and promised to solve the misunderstanding that Adaline had made. Acting to show concern and love for Adaline has become a routine that Alex always does. Alex and Adaline then went to meet Mr. Antonio at the Prince's Cafe. “Good afternoon, Mr. Antonio. I am Alex William, Adaline's Husband. According to what I said on the phone, here I want to clear up the misunderstanding that my wife has done. I understand you must feel very disappointed because my wife is unprofessional. However, I hope you can understand my wife's feelings as she is grieving deeply today.”

I had gone down stairs to get water in the refrigerator when I ran into Jane who was just coming out from the kitchen. “where to?” she asked as she stood still and looked at me “I was feeling thirsty so I just came downstairs to fetch a glass of water” I replied and drew the refrigerator’s door open. “you know you shouldn’t be taking too much of cold drinks, the house is already cold, your husband wouldn’t let the Air conditioners turned off” Jane’s advice was a good one, since the house was already cold, I should really avoid cold drinks for my health. When she said ‘your husband’ I felt like I was dreaming, I felt a slight shyness and lowered my head a bit so she would not see the expressi

he stated curtly, clenching his jaw. I sensed a different warmth beneath his icy tone. He exuded coldness toward everyone in the living room except for me. That exclusive warmth he displayed toward me deeply touched me. Seeing that he believed in me, not my family members, was heartwarming. I gazed at my husband with admiration until my father grumbled.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

I felt like I was holding an ice cube. He gently shook his head. I don't know why my husband is doing this? Why is he acting like this? I can't understand him! He took away my hand that was holding his face. Anger appeared in his eyes. But he is still cold and emotionless. No! He looked into my eyes. Sadness appears through his eyes towards me. My husband is very cold. I can't feel him. He's changing with me. "From now on! Let's divorce. I want to file a divorce paper with you Clara. You don't need me in your life."

That's right, I'd almost forgotten that my wife is the ceo of a million-dollars company. My agitation must have shown on my face as Roxanne chuckled. "Are you having cold feets now, Mr husband?" The old Jonathan would probably be having cold feet and the sheer thought of our class differences but now, all I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. "Cold feets?. Me?" I let out a short laughter. "Not a chance in hell"

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

Being this close to Mars’ overwhelming aura makes me want to beg him to take me. But I’m not desperate. So why would I? As soon as the elevator doors open, there they are. Tiffany and her much older husband. “There you are! My husband was just saying that your husband seems familiar,” Tiffany says, and I arch a brow, turning to look up at my husband. But his eyes are…dead cold. And they are fixed on the other man.