My Dear Husband Novels & Stories

Deon nodded his head; he missed his sons as well. After they finished packing, Debby hugged and kissed her husband tenderly with tears in her eyes, “Honey, thank you for a wonderful honeymoon. It was something beyond my expectations. The romantic time we spent together was precious. I will cherish the memories for the rest of my life. May the Lord richly bless you. I love you so much my dearest husband.” Deon wiped the tears on his wife’s face, he was touched. “My dearest wife, I thank the Lord for blessing me with a wonderful wife like you. I love you so much, thank you for being part of my life.”

“I disagree.” “I’m your husband⁠—”

I mumbled and pushed Casey away from him. I stood on my toes and cupped his cheeks. I took a deep breath. "This is it, my dear husband," I whispered and placed my lips on his. ###

And now he was my husband. ____ A. Gupta

It was full of awe, love, and something eternal. “I got you staring so there's no need for you to run away.” I teased softly and he walked closer to me without denying it. “I can't help it. You are everything to me.” he said and I smiled tiredly at him. “You are saying that now but wait until she spits up on your shirt again.” I said and he smiled at me before leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead. “My baby girl Declaria can spit on me a thousand times and I am still going to thank God for both of you.” he said and I was really grateful for what I had as a husband.

Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!” For some reason, seeing the word “husband”, Frederick Hall’s ears warmed up a bit. He cleared his throat. “Let’s go back to the party. I will deal with my family's side.” Erwin Wilson didn’t even want to get up. He thought for a moment and typed: “I don’t want to stay at Wilson’s for too long!” Simply because there was Hein Wilson. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable just seeing Hein Wilson’s face. He also didn’t want to spend his energy dealing with a “fake fool” like him. He’s tired.

He cradles her like she’s fragile, shaking his head with an expression I can’t decipher. "Dad!" she sobs, clinging to him. "My husband doesn’t even remember me! I don’t want to live anymore!" The older man strokes her hair soothingly, whispering something too low for me to hear. "Oh, my dear… don’t cry. It’ll be fine. I can’t believe such a tragedy is happening." Husband? The word sends a sharp pulse through my skull. The confusion inside me festers, growing wider. Who are these people?

I stammer. “The Rice Society Charity Dinner,” my husband says. I drop the phone.

“Miss Olivia… you have a visitor. He says… he’s your husband.” My heart froze. Husband. The word stabbed through me. I didn’t have a husband. Not anymore. Not after the graveyard of promises he’d left me in. But my traitorous lips moved before my brain could stop them. “Send him in.” The door opened. Sebastian.

“What's up?” “Was just checking up on you,” Derek answered. “Have you had lunch yet?” He asked, even though it was way past lunch break. Gemma stayed silent for a while. “Yeah, I did have…” “I'm coming there right now, you didn't have lunch,” Derek declared. “How did you even figure that out?” Gemma couldn't stop her smile from getting even bigger. “I'm your husband, silly,” Derek laughed. Deep down, he felt so proud to be called Gemma's husband.