My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

He paused as Elara crossed her arms and pouted. "—Wait," Victor continued, his tone softening. "You only introduced me to the team today, and you didn't even tell them I was going to start actual work today... so I'm just here, relaxed. I want to be right here with my husband, that's all!" she declared stubbornly. "If my own husband doesn't even want to be in the same room as me, then that's a huge level of marital problem."

He was very excited. Looking at his bright smile, I felt utterly cold inside, as if I had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar. A chill ran through me from head to toe… my husband of seven years, what means would he use to make me disappear from this world, to become his stepping stone to surrender to his mistress?

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

"Whoa. I've never heard anything so hilarious from you.” With a cold tone, she snapped out, "And what about you, Czar? Are you even aware that you are married? Remember that I'm your wife?You're lecturing me when I haven't even touched Mr. Colin. When you were with Mya for four years in a row, where was all this stuff about being a good husband?" Czar’s dark eyes became bottomless and his face grew icy, as if a black hole were about to engulf her.

During a parent-child activity at kindergarten, the teacher asks the children to draw what they want to be when they grow up. The other kids draw princesses, dinosaurs, and astronauts, but my five-year-old son, Evan Jepsen, draws a cell phone. Across its screen, he's written a message in crooked letters. "Incoming call from Annette." "Why do you want to be a phone?" the teacher asks, puzzled. "Because Daddy loves his phone more than anything," Evan replies earnestly. "When Mommy asks him to come to dinner, he gets annoyed. But whenever Annette calls, he smiles right away." The classroom falls silent, and I stand frozen in place. "Once, Mommy had a fever of 102°F, but Daddy said he

In the seven years I've been married to Blaine Zahn, his way of punishing me whenever I get jealous is always the same. First, he humiliates me in public. Then, he leaves me alone in the middle of nowhere. This time, he punishes me because I refuse to lend him the necklace Mom left me. Blaine says, "Lizzie just got back, so she has nothing. What's wrong with letting her borrow it for a few days? Don't be so selfish." He drives away, leaving me alone outdoors on the day of the first snowfall of the year. Temperatures drop to more than ten degrees below zero. In the four hours when I gradually lose all feeling in my limbs from the cold, I make 20 phone calls and send 50 messages begging f

I was brought back to my senses when I heard Fred call me. So I approached where they were. I stood behind my husband and gently massaged his shoulders. I miss him, I miss him inside me... pounding me hard that I can't even move after. We don't have much time to have sex all night long now because I just don’t know, or I just know the main reason of his coldness towards me but I just don’t want to think about it. The important thing is at least I have him beside me, right now.

He left while Sarah keeps looking at his retreating back, she asked in disbelief: "What happened to him suddenly . Sarah maybe he is Arham's duplicate " They are in the car and Sarah keeps looking at him keenly. Finally, she asked: "Are you Arham's duplicate ".He first gets shocked listening to her but then he starts laughing: "You are very funny Sarah, I am your one and only husband ". Sarah frowned and said: "Can you please stop calling yourself, again and again as my husband, it was so irritating ".Arham stops the car and turns to her. He brings his mouth near her ears, her heartbeat keeps increasing: "So, get used to this after all I love addressing you as my wife and see your irritati