My Dear Husband Novels & Stories

Now, here I was, heart lodged in my throat, terrified for the man whose emotional absence had nearly broken me. *Please be okay, Khalid. Please.* The image of him collapsing in our living room replayed relentlessly: the way his powerful frame had crumpled like paper, the tablet clattering, his face draining of color. Despite everything—the late nights, Natasha’s name on his lips, the hidden medication, the slow erosion of our marriage—I couldn’t stop the wave of terror. This was the husband I had once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who had swept me off my feet at that charity gala four years ago with his intensity and promises.

It had completely faded when Davy was in the picture, but now I could see life pulsing from there. I turned to my husband, his face bright like a diamond in the dark, and my lips pulled apart, smiling. There was no way I was forgetting this memory ever. “I love you, Anna Walton.” He said with so much sincerity that my heart squeezed. “I love you, Hale Davy Walton.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent whilst praying to whoever was up there watching us that he would make this marriage last.

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.

The Bin who always surprised me in his own way. Yeah. Perfect. He’s my husband.

It's a shame we're the same thing. "I really didn't think your husband was gay, how come you two got married if he is gay. Ah, I think I already know! I read something like this in books too." Does he really read something like this situation like us? What ending? Sad or happy? Did they last forever or not? There are so many questions I want to ask. "Are you really unbelievable?" "Yes, not really. If you hadn't told me I would have thought he was really possessive of you, I can see in his eyes that he loves you." I burst out laughing because of what he said. pfft, did he say the word dear?

"Did you just cast me aside the second I stopped being useful to you?" "Mr. Sterling!" I gasped, my cheeks flaring with heat. ‘Why was he making it sound so scandalous!’ His chuckle faded into a heavy silence. "Christ, Arabella... Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "W-what did I do?" I lifted my head, meeting a pair of intense gray eyes. Damian was watching me with a look so deep, so possessive, that it made my pulse jump. "Most women would be in tears by now if they heard their husband speak about them with such disdain," he said quietly.

He tilts his face to me and seals my lips. I swear on my feet, by my death To my lover, I would never lie He said: Be true - I swore: I'll try In the end, it's him and me. ●●● After a relaxing bath with my husband, I'm lying comfortably on the bed while eating cheddar cheesecakes. - Still hungry? - Christopher asks. I shake my head in denial. I bring my index finger to my mouth and close my lips over the cheese that is smearing my hand.

I can only smile and go back to enjoying breakfast. Correct. Marriage cannot be played. After all, who is the fool who plays with holy ties? I don't love Chiko yet. But as Chiko said that day, that love can come over time and also from getting used to going through the day together. I will start opening my heart to Chiko. besides that, I also want to release my love for Darel. I have gone too far by letting my love for Darel grow even bigger.