My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

He said in a brisk voice. Charlene gulped hardly, letting go of the duvet. He covered himself up with the duvet without any delay. Her eyes fell with disappointment, she wondered why he was cold toward her, he kept shutting her out like she wasn't the same lady he kissed four day ago. Everyday he was always a different person and she never seemed to understand him. Her mood changes melancholy. She didn't know what to do that moment. Few days ago he was perfectly fine, all the months she had spent with him he had never been sick. As she attempted to stand up with the intention to leave him alone, she noticed her hand was on his body. She contemplated what to do. That was when a thought flashe

My husband and my mother-in-law are already planning to kick me out of their life. (Next Morning) I wondered how anyone could be so cold and distant. I never met someone as cold as my husband. The same person who always smile to his fans. It's been a day and the man didn't even say a single word to me, yes he insulted me and called me a gold digger.

Clyde tapped his shoulder and spoke. “ Women in our family are stubborn as hell, brother. Just agree with them so you won’t have a problem.” “ You're lucky with your wife Clyde.” He complimented which made my damn brute of a husband broadly smile. “ Don’t think I'm a pushover, Mikhail, Clyde knows his limit, and when he goes beyond that, he is out of the room sleeping here in his office,” I said as I looked at my husband daring him to retort my words but he just surrendered easily and pulled me closer to him.

His lips have formed a pout, and there is an angry furrow on his forehead. "You should have told me you were cold." I smile. "It's not that bad..." "Your fingers are like ice... I bet your toes are the same. We need to buy you warmer clothes for the cold months." "There isn't even snow outside," I point out. "And you can still swim in the ocean... it's just me that is sensitive." His arms wrap tighter around me. "You're lucky to have a husband who is a walking furnace. I will warm you."

"That's it, Lucas!" "You don't know how hard it is to find a reason, why my husband is so cold towards me, as if you're slowly drifting away." "Every day I can't get restless around the house when you come home at night. I understand you again and again, that maybe you have lost time for me, for us, for the dream we have just because of your work!" "You're just having a hard time Dianna, because you're not listening to my explanation." "I don't need a made-up reason, Lucas, because I already know everything."

"Why are you so obsessed with my marriage? If my husband keeps me here, that’s none of your business. It’s my private life!" "You’re right. I wouldn’t understand something like that, so I must sound annoying," he said, though he clearly had no regrets. I almost regretted saving him, yet despite my coldness, he only moved closer. "I’m sorry, doctor. I was only trying to help. It’s my way of thanking you," he said, his voice smooth. "If your problem is a husband who seems cold—who acts like he doesn’t love you anymore—I know how to fix that."

"You’re not dying, bud." Collin doesn’t look convinced. "Are you sure?" "Positive," I say, handing Isla a cracker that she barely nibbles before dropping onto the couch. From the other room, Bill groans. Loudly. Dramatically. Like some wounded soldier waiting for his final moments. I swear to God. I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself as I walk into the bedroom. And there he is. My husband. A fully grown man sprawled out in bed, buried under three blankets, a thermometer sticking out of his mouth like he’s awaiting some tragic diagnosis.

He looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that made something in me burn, what is wrong with my cold and aloof husband? "Are you okay?" I took slow and calculated steps towards him. He dropped his back on the floor, taking slow calculated steps towards me. I didn't move back because he is my husband and although our marriage is based on convenience, he hasn't ever given me a reason to back away from him. I was pulled into a sudden kiss, one that felt rushed. His tongue pried my lips open and I opened up willingly letting him taste my mouth, letting his tongue play chase with mine.

This clingy snake wouldn’t let me out of his sight—not even when I went to the kitchen or bathroom. I secretly messaged Sven, telling him I’d postpone our talk until tomorrow. I also said I wouldn’t be coming in to work. He agreed, since there wasn’t much he could do anyway—especially after teasing the jealous one. Sven even laughed at me, saying I was like a kid who wasn’t allowed to go out by their parents. I never experienced that with my actual parents, but now I’m living it with my husband. Ugh! “Hon, aren’t you cold? Go put something on!” The air conditioner was on full blast, but my husband was wearing nothing but boxers.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."