My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

My husband, Caleb Jones, and I both had our issues. I was possessive, while he liked seeing me angry. He said emotion was proof of love. You only got angry when you loved someone. So he was always doing things just to get under my skin. I hated that he stayed in touch with his first love, Maya Stone. He went and arranged for Maya to work directly under him. I repeatedly told him they were not to meet in private. He went on a date with her anyway, then made a point of telling me about it. I couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes clinging to Maya. He brought her home to stay with us for an entire week, making me smell it every single day. I flew into a rage. For the first time, I said I was le

2 He is just opposite from what I dreamed for my husband. He is a cold person who even doesn’t know his wife’s real name.2 Yes, finally we are married. It was an effortless marriage with a very little drama. Aspen has arrived with his family in a BMW to the house one hour LATE. I have planned our marriage in the backyard of my house. Then all the rituals were in a rush. There was no crying scene as my Dad and mom were happy that a burden called winter was lifted from their shoulder.

He must be dying to win whoever is his opponent to the fact that he broke his game console. "Sure, I always have free time." We chat for a few more minutes before I ended the call and walk back to our room. I found Caleb wearing only his trouser, showing his scrumptious and panty-dropping abs. I still can't believe this hot-blooded masculine is my husband. I only see this in Hollywood movies. "Where were you?" he asked. "Just downstairs." He walked towards me and snaked his arms on my waist, then squeezed my ass. I slap his biceps. "We should shower together next time. To conserve water."

I nodded and said, "Well, I'm glad to see that you got someone finally for the college team." He put his hand over my shoulder and asked, "Why did your husband leave early?" "What do you want him to do then? Do you want him to stay and teach you a subject?" "At Least he could have said hi to me. I'm his wife's friend after all." Wife, huh? I keep forgetting that I got married to that man. I let out a sigh and asked, "Who's class is our first hour?" "Ms. Kwon. By the way, where's Madison? Why are you coming alone?"

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

~~Julie~~ My husband, Ryan, is standing on the karaoke stage, making a fool of himself. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, his tie long abandoned, and his cheeks are flushed from too much whiskey. “And I………will always love you…..” he sings, closing his eyes. His voice is terrible.

She turned around to her would-be husband and said with outstretched hands, "Hello, I am Leslie Harrison." "Julian Blackwood," he said in a cold, velvety voice, not bothering to shake her hand. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment, and she shuddered involuntarily from the coldness in his deep hazel gaze. His eyes roamed her body briefly, and a glint passed through them before his expression turned back to being blank. He turned his gaze towards the judge and signalled him to begin. The ceremony was cold, lacked any warmth, and extremely short. Leslie couldn't believe she was married just like that, but as she stared at the white certificate with the name "Leslie Blackwood" on it, she

A cold rush moved down my spine. “You’re not… you’re not my husband,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled. But it wasn’t Marcel’s smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. It was cold. Empty. “Hi there,” he said softly "and thank you for not interrupting my session last night” My heart sank, his words echoed in my head. “It was you last night…so my husband didn’t....” before I could finish, he grabbed the metal rod lying on a dumpster and swung it at me....pain exploded at the side of my head

Anyway, she felt nothing could possibly go wrong with her bearing that name from now on. Whenever he thought of that name, he would think only of her. He would even believe that he had gotten her name tattooed on him, that would definitely make him love her more. She smiled at that thought. “And you’re Manuel, my husband. You got hit by a truck while coming back from work last week.” She’d have to get used to calling him that. He blinked. Fiona couldn’t tell if he had any more questions. He had an unreadable look on his face.