My Dear Husband Novels & Stories

"I also can't wait to do it, my lovely husband." - THE END -

I joked but I was also being serious. “The fact that you thought about it, my friend, shows that you would make a good husband,” he said. “No husband out there is perfect, Declan, we all just strive to be the best we can be to make our spouses, our family, happy. And trust me Declan, you are the source of everyone’s happiness and as far as I know, Maria is happy being with you.”

I couldn't accept that they were eight years old this year. "Time surely flies..." I muttered, feeling nostalgic about those days when they were still little. "They really are." That familiar baritone voice touched my whole being before I felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around me. I immediately leaned back to his sculpted chest and raised my arm to reach for his face. "You're home, " I uttered and looked up to see the loving face of my... "...my dear husband, pudding." Alucard's lips stretched out into a big smile as he bit his lower lip and lowered his head to kiss me tenderly. "You are making me want to claim you again and again, my dear wife, dollface."

"Remember the time I slipped up hic that I have a secret hobby of being a hardcore follower hic of a certain actor?" "Hmmm" she keeps nodding and smiling. She's damn too cute. "And I immediately said, 'hic' but I like you too 'hic' right?" "Hehehe I remember that and I also said I like you too" "Ahhh hehehe, you know hic it's actually Dohyung hic hmmm" I forgot I am talking to his wife. "Dohyung Kang?" I can't see her expression cause my vision went blurry. "Hehehe hmm hmm" I mindlessly nodded.

I love my husband even though he doesn't recognize me as his wife. Fuck this stupid heart.

Over time, he had come to see me as someone useless who only deserved to cook and clean at home. Suppressing the emotions surging within me, I finally spoke, only to realize my voice was slightly hoarse, "I came here to see you. I think it's time we resolve things between us." "What's there to resolve? There was never an issue to begin with. How long do you plan to keep making a scene? I was going to go home tonight and surprise you, but of course, you had to bring your tantrum all the way here instead. "Let's be honest—our marriage is nothing more than one of convenience. Call it a deal, if you will. I'd advise you to quit before you embarrass yourself any further.

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.

"He didn't even need to do much for you to agree to marry him. All he had to do was show off his clumsy cooking skills, and he had you completely wrapped around his finger. Do you really think he wanted to be a stay-at-home husband?" She unlocked her phone. The chat history was filled with the two of them mocking me. "I burned the fried eggs, but she was so touched that she started crying. How funny. "I came home late and didn't have time to cook. She said she'd just gotten her pay and would treat me to dinner. "This is my first time eating a chain-store pizza. How novel." There were countless messages like these. It was like I was nothing but a toy to help them pass the time.

I said quickly. “Baby, you seem right. Her gaze is all over you, and I don't want my husband to be admired by cheap ladies out of there,” Pearl said, and her words cut through my heart like a sharp knife. I laughed lazily and my gaze roamed all over her. Then I gave a sarcastic round of applause. “Wow! Husband to be you say? Oh, so what happens to your legally married husband and son who have abandoned you for God knows how long?”

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.