My Darling Husband Novels & Stories

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

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

~~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.

"Hannah, look, look—it was this tramp who seduced me. You're still the one I love most. "Look, here's a video we made together before. You said you loved me—do you remember?" Afraid I might say no, Kelvin quickly explained. "It's okay if you don't remember. Hannah, I love you. I've only loved you my entire life. We've been together since our school days, and now we're married with a child. We're the perfect family!"

I saw his crying intensify, and he clung to me even more. "It’s not too late, love, we can still be so happy," he assured me, his eyes lost in despair. "What we had was beautiful, and I’ll always cherish the wonderful memories of us, but I’m married now," I explained, as if to a child, hoping he would understand. He let out a sarcastic laugh and stared at me. "And apparently, you’re not happy since you cheated on your husband," he mocked, and I lowered my head, feeling guilty.

“My husband, I want to come while riding you.” “Yes, my wife, do whatever you want.” With that, I quickened my pace, determined to reach our peak together. We made love repeatedly, and if all goes well, we might soon have a sibling for Chase. Our lovemaking is intense. Whenever there’s an opportunity, he claims me. I love this man so much. My husband, Maximus Lardizabal.

“Well, do you give me permission to take off your dress?” I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips as I lifted a brow, “Do you even know how to take off dresses like these?” “Oh trust me darling, I know.” He smirked, reaching for my neck, and in a flash my dress was off. “Hmm. Nice skills. It takes my husband about a minute to do that.” His fingers trailed up my middle, sending jolts of electricity through me, before palming my bare breasts as I didn’t wear a bra. “I guess I’m just better than your husband.”

Mark stepped in as my armor as he trashed the hell out of him. Damian is not just some kind of guy to me, Damian is my wedded husband. I am his wife and he shouldn't have attacked him. He is supposed to know that I am married right now. But how is he supposed to know? Well, I should have told him earlier. Lord!! Things just get messy.

But I admit, there was still a space in my heart that wanted to believe that man. I spent the whole day sitting in my room. I was able to take a nap and it was already dark when I opened my eyes. I reached for my phone to look for the time, it is seven in the evening. I get up to approach the door. I need to check the foods we have for dinner. Xavier might be home in a few minutes. I opened the door and I came face to face with the most handsome man in my sight, of course, my husband. He looks very tired but still looks gorgeous and hot.

"Don't go to the bank!" "You'll die! Escape now!" "He's not your husband!" I stare at the text message I suddenly received. A chill runs down my spine. I tremble so badly that my earphones even fall out. Fear surges within me in no time. The person who texted me is undoubtedly Nathan, my husband! But he is at home right now! If the text sender weren't my husband, who could it be then? "Who are you? Why are you saying this?" I type back.