My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

The thought alone made me giddy. About an hour later, the grand doors swung open and Derek walked in. My heart skipped a beat as I saw my husband. Tall and dashing, his blond hair swept back, his blue eyes stunning as a clear afternoon sky. I took a step forward, about to greet him with a smile. Suddenly I froze. There was a woman behind him. They walked in together, and he didn't even glance at me. Murmurs rose into the air, and everyone rushed to their side. They greeted the woman fondly, smiling and shaking her hand.

He opened his arms, his face filled with the joy of reunion and deep love. "Darling, I missed you so much. What happened to your..." I stared straight at his face, my expression turning deathly pale, my body trembling uncontrollably as if I had seen something incomprehensible and terrifying. My voice came out shrill and sharp as I shouted, "Who are you? Why do you look exactly like my husband?!" I whipped my head around toward the bedroom, crying out with every ounce of strength. "Honey, come out quick! There's a man who looks just like you in our house!"

“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?”

"You need to warm up. It's very cold, and you risk catching a cold after this. You could have asked any of my men. Or me. It was crazy, and risky. Not only for exposing yourself to the cold but for going out. The men outside have orders to shoot anyone who crosses the line." I stared at him, a thread of courage born of desperation. "Even me, who is your wife?" The phrase hung in the air. He stared at me, and something lit up in the depths of his gray eyes. "I like hearing you say 'your wife,'" his voice came out hoarse, his gaze fixed on my lips, in a way I could only classify as… sensual. A dangerous heat rose up my neck, and I lowered my face, embarrassed and confused. "Well, that's what w

The night we get married, Hugo Lambert caresses the burn on my shoulder and says, "They said you risked your life to go into the fire and save Hayden back then. I didn't believe them, but now it seems like they were telling the truth." He smiles bitterly. "So, in your eyes, I'm nothing more than a stand-in for him." Before I can explain, he silences me with a kiss. After a night of passion, I just assume he's jealous and teasing me. But after that night, Hugo starts seeing other women and never comes home again. Even when my father, Bernard Colgan, is on his deathbed, Hugo is still spending the night with his mistress, Janelle Langdon. I call him for the first time in three years. "Hug

she chuckled, this is the most purest smile I have ever seen, she said "why do I feel like my cold husband is so far better than this romantic husband?" I sighed and said "you girls are unbelievable, when I was cold towards you, you got hurt and cursed me, not only you but also your friends and my friends, everyone gave lectures to me on how to care for the wife but when I started showing love on my wife, she is saying that the cold husband is far away better than this handsome and romantic husband, what kind of sick joke it is? I know I'm not a perfect husband, but I'm trying to be per"

It was dressed and obviously ready for us to leave. He came to me and handed me a glass of water and a pill that I didn't know what it was. "What is this?" I asked him lazily. "Just drink that," he ordered me, so I just drink it even though I didn't know what it was for. If it is poison, it is not better to end my suffering in life. It hurts more in the chest to see your husband have a cold, than you will have financial problems. After I drink it, he took the glass from me. "Get dressed and we're leaving. Everyone is ready, you're the only one who isn't. I'll just wait for you downstairs." He turned and left me in the room. I cried again because of his cold treatment of me.

Though my husband always has this cold aura that frightens people making it difficult for Jocelyn and her family to relax during the diner, I did my best to make sure he put a smile on that cold face of his. I myself don't even know when I started looking over that cold face, like I'm no longer scared of it like I was in the beginning. Maybe it's because he has shown me how much he loves me and we have shared intimacy too. I'm now certain that he can never hurt me nor intimidate me so his cold face is nothing to me. Also, he doesn't wear that look when he's with me, though he did in the past but not anymore.

I say chuckling, while I rub my arms to provide some warmth. "Oh yeah?" With one brow raised, my annoying husband takes slow steps toward me with a mischievous glint. "Yes." Stating I turn to run into the bathroom, knowing very well what he is up to. "Not so fast, my fallen angel, " wounding his hands around me from behind, he whispers close to my ears, his hot breath, shivered me more when it came in contact with my cold skin, " maybe my plan of wetting you somewhere else, while you are drenched in rain, has failed, but burning you is still on the list ." this time i shivered but not due to cold but by someone's dirty word.

words barely made out of my mouth as the man smooch his lips through my neck. "Your one and only husband." Oliver said as I smiled at his words. "In future I may have three husbands." he bit my neck softly in reply while I giggled feeling ticklish because of his soft biting. "I feel cold." I said and tried to take him out but he held me and whispered, "But I found you hot." "Not that silly," I turned to tell him I was shivering when he kissed me with much passion. The cold shower turned hot as the place was filled with pleasure and my moaning. I moaned as he left my lips and slid his hands inside my panties.