My Dear Husband Novels & Stories

Mandy returned and was flabbergasted. I didn't give her a second to think. "Dr. Spears, my in-laws seem to be unwell. Could you please take them for a check-up while I get my husband to the funeral home?" I had just taken Dylan's death certificate from Tiffany's hands. With this, there was nothing that could stop me from burning him alive. Mandy turned pale. "I'm more familiar with the funeral home's procedures, maybe I should—"

He didn't even look up at me, instead just looking at his plate, like I am just a display here. My excitement turned to despair as the minutes went by. I had expected an event to remember with my husband, but it felt more like an unwanted interruption in his hectic day. I tried to hide my disappointment, but despite my efforts not to feel the dread and distrust that had been building in my heart for the past few weeks deepened. I don't know if everything is really normal for us or if this is the beginning of the destruction of our marriage. "You seemed not happy that I am here, Lucas," I stated with a matter of fact. I wasn't planning to say all those things out loud. But once it escaped my

When the lovely smile he once had when he looked in my direction turned to los of disdain, when he stopped caring about me; when he stopped loving me. I did not notice the doctor step out but now he was back inside the room and the look on his face showed that I was right. He cleared his throat “your husband, Mr. Smith said that he was busy and should not be disturbed with trivial matters” I almost lost my mind. Trivial matters? I had stitches everywhere… We had just lost our son and to him this was a trivial matter. I scoffed “I can sign the documents myself Doctor, I don’t need anyone” I said.

To know his touch To be his, even to stay with him one night. I never fought it. I couldn’t. The room was beggared of gagging gasps and of grasping hands. My gown dropped off my shoulders and I lay exposed to his hand. Then he slowed his motions down… He darkened, his hand clenched, he understood. He froze. Elara...! his voice was hoarse, with disbelief in it. You, so you have never...” It gave me a blush of shame. I nodded, and this time I said, yes, you’re my husband. You are all I want.

“I am Luther Greg, Your dearly beloved husband, and I am willing to go far, to ensure I put smiles on your face, wife.” Luther replied, with smiles all over his face. Hazel pulled him to herself, and hugged him tightly round her arms, as tears dropped down her cheeks. “Oh Luther! I love you so much.” She said calmly. “I love you more, wife. Now wipe your tears, and be happy for your dear husband.” Luther urged her, while he pulled her away from his grip, and stared at her intently.

Solomon Happiness laughed. "So, honey, do you still remember those days? You would not stop amusing me," she said. "I told you that by the time I remind you of our conversation then, you will remember. But now, what a wonderful wife, friend, and helper you have become to me, my love and joy? Thank you very much for all you have done for me. If I am given a second chance to marry again I will still love to marry you. You are a blessing to me and the favor that I've obtained from the Lord. You have really made me the happiest man on earth. Thank you so much, my sweet. I love you and will continue to, till death do us part." Hearing this, Mrs. Solomon happiness, who was laughing at the dialogue

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

My mind was blown by what was happening. He declared, "Skye, you are the most significant thing in my life. Above all else, I love you. I can't spend a day without seeing your lovely face. Make it so I never have to worry about missing you again, please, please. Give me the honor of being your husband. "

"My husband is Archie. Archie Grafton, do you know him?" The man's expression slightly shook. "Young master, she is not Young Master Archie's wife. We have seen Young Master Archie's wife before. His wife does not look like her." His subordinate reminded him with a shrewd look.

Her heart ached as if sliced ​​by a sharp knife, recalling her intimacy with her husband. “Dear, best wishes for the best father and husband, may Allah give you the best place. I love you."