My Darling Husband Novels & Stories

Rich complemented, clapping his palms together as an exaggerated gesture. “Yes, she is. We got married last week so we're spending our honeymoon here. England is such a beautiful country.” “Oh! Wow! That's quite interesting. I hope you guys enjoy your stay in our lovely country.” The man turned to call his wife. “Hey! Jyoti darling!” He called. Rich was this close to breaking out with laughter be because of how funny their accent sounded to him. Who adds darling to his wife's name? Why can't he just call her darling or just her name? What was the need to marry both names together? Rich thought to himself.

"My wife is so good! I'm so proud." The bottle in my hand almost fell to the ground, but luckily, I was calm and held it firmly. I pretended to be angry to hide my embarrassment, "Who is your wife? Damned!" "Honey, you criticize me and don't want to accept me as your husband? I'm so heartbroken!" Darian said with a sad voice.

he exclaims “It’s all I want, besides waking up next to you every morning. “ “I…” I exhale heavily, “The timing is really bad.” “Why?” “Because… I don't know. It’s too soon, and the company is still so new, and…” I run my hands in my hair, almost too forcefully and Dominic wraps his arms around my wrists. “Violet, look at me. “ I do and he says. “I love you. I have loved you all my life and I am the happiest person to be your husband. You are making me twice as happy now that we will be parents. There's no better timing for this. Any moment is great timing because I want us to have kids. “

Minlan quickly stood up and quickly walked out of the room. Just as she went out, she leaned against the wall outside the ward and her legs were somewhat weak. She covered her face in pain and thought about the matter of revealing Emma's identity to Dexon. Her husband, who had always been gentle and caring to him, seemed to have changed into a completely different person. For the first time, he gave her a fierce slap. That slap had directly knocked her out. She simply could not believe that her husband, who had always loved and cared for her, would have his face distorted by politics and interests.

We had been so young, our smiles so bright and carefree. And now? I had become nothing more than a woman trapped in an invisible cage, revolving around Eanes like a spinning top, my world dictated by his every move. Eanes had nothing but contempt and ridicule left for me. There were times when I wanted to ask him what exactly I meant to him and why he agreed to marry me in the first place if he never liked me. After all, his family was the one that proposed the marriage. In the early days of our marriage, Eanes and I actually had some beautiful memories together. I was always so busy with work that I'd often forget to eat, and every time, he would bring me a packed meal.

I didn't expect that over the years, Dylan had sent Mandy money on every holiday along with gifts. He would even order her food delivery and flowers on random days, all while playing the perfect husband in front of me. Who would've guessed that he was a master of time management? Even when we went out for something as simple as getting my nails done, he found excuses to "buy coffee" and would sneak off to meet Mandy for a quick hour in a hotel room! The thought of those two vile people made my skin crawl. I gathered all the evidence and handed it over to my lawyer.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

I nodded and gave Idris a go ahead. I entered the mansion and strolled into the house. Everywhere was still quiet. It seemed like even the maids and staff went on Valentines. I smiled and shook my head in bewilderment. I entered the bedroom and changed my clothes. I showered and sat on the bed in the dark room. I couldn't help but think about the concert. Goodness gracious! Was that really Damian? It was incredible to know he was my husband. I left the bed and went to face the window. I suddenly felt so lucky to be his wife. I mean, I get to see him everyday and touch him if I want to and he allows it, yet, millions of girls are out there were dying just to feel his jacket.

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.

Not once. I glance up at the man in front of me and force a weak, apologetic smile. “My husband recently opened our marriage,” I whisper, my voice breaking halfway through. I close my eyes as tears burn the corners. “And I guess I’m trying to figure out what that makes me.” He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t say a word. And somehow, that feels fair. This is a lot, even for me. We were seconds away from losing ourselves again, and now, I’ve just told him I’m married.