Novel & Cerita My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Read

I was back to this depressing, gloomy world. "What are you still doing in bed you lazy woman! It's past 7 and I still haven't had dinner. You dare lay there wasting time while your husband is working so hard to feed you and this family" Eleanor sneered at me in anger. She was Damien's mother, my dream wasn't exactly a dream. In reality, I was really married to Damien, however our marriage was far from happy. It was more of a nightmare than a dream. "B.. but the chef-"

Dylan said in his husky voice that starts giving goosebumps to her. Adira starts feeling butterflies in her stomach. She looks in Dylan's eyes and got so much feelings in that moment. "It is like a dream world for me. Like I am living my dream life. God had never rewarded me with this much happiness in my life ever. But giving me a husband that is loyal to me and giving so much love to me is like His cover up for all the pains i had gone through in the past. "My dear wife! You are looking lost somewhere. Is it me in which you are absorbing or your mind is wondering somewhere else." Dylan again spoke when Adira was feeling blessed to have him in her life as her life partner.

Those girls would be earning thousands of dollars. I chuckled, taking in another shot. As much as the alcohol tasted like a mix of bitter and pepper, I loved it. It kept me insane, other than the days I tried to be sane. My husband was with his mistress. Why couldn't I be here too? Who said I can't enjoy myself a little too? All my life, I have lived in his house. I took care of him and our child. What did I get in return? Every second betrayal. "That's enough." A cold voice rang in my ears. His slender hands pushed the tumblers in front of me away, one of them clattering to the ground.

I rasped, my voice thick with emotions. Those eyes drifted to my hand. He grasped it gently and lifted to his lips. Only then did I notice a diamond sparkling on my ring finger. He kissed it, and those lips of his parted into a beaming grin. “Good morning… Wife.” I opened my eyes and jerked up to sit on the bed. My eyes opened wide, slowly roaming through my bedroom—my empty bedroom. My heart thundered. My head was spinning from sudden movement and the remains of sleep. I shivered, but I was not cold or frightened. The lower muscles in my stomach were still clenched, and the ache between my thighs left no doubts about what my body demanded. I raised my trembling hands and clasped both cheeks

The old woman asked the question from a distance while squinting at Jessica, "It's been a long time since I last saw you, but I always see your husband here. Today, I can finally see you and your husband together. You two still look good together, and it reminds me of how my husband and I used to look good together. Unfortunately, my husband flew faster than me, and I no longer have him stand by my side. That's why I'm envious when I see you two together." Jessica looked at the woman in silence. The old woman was her neighbor, Catherine Poulsen. Jessica still remembered how the old lady had poor eyesight due to her age, and she often mistook other people. Catherine lived with her grandchild,

"You've been unfaithful to me everytime you chose your job instead of me. You are unfaithful when you refuse to fulfill your duties as a husband, neglecting me. You might think I am a stone, without feelings but you are wrong and if you don't want me, other people will!" Her response caused the dream he had to force itself into his mind again and he could not help imagining someone else pleasuring his wife and she moaning and screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. It hurt more than he cared to admit. But that was ridiculous because he was just imagining it and it was just a dream but why did it feel so real?

The old man looked grudgingly impressed with whatever our kid was saying. “I knew it, he’s gonna be one of those husbands that never shutup about their wives.” Jace said grudgingly after Pierce had called his wife for the thousandth time, unprovoked. “You can’t blame me, I mean look at her,” he wasn’t looking at Jace but me as he spoke, “isn’t she the most precious woman on the face of the earth?” I beamed at my husband. “I’ll let you have this one because it’s your wedding.” Damien answered, and Hannah rolled her eyes, then she had that expression on her face I had noticed these past weeks.

Did a man like that exist in real life? I tried to move and my sore clit rubbed against my thigh. It felt like I'd been fucked in real life. Tingles of pleasure raced through my veins, and I licked my dry lips. The best and worst part of this dream was, this was not the first or second time it was happening. My eyes trailed to the empty side of the queen-size bed. An ugly feeling trickled into my chest, briefly replacing the feeling of euphoria. It's been a week since I got married to the psychopathic, serial-killer, Mafia asshole. And this husband of mine had disappeared immediately after the wedding. Without a trace, or a word to me. After we recited vows that meant nothing to each other.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, I put on a sharp business suit and, for the first time in a long while, did a full face of makeup. My confidence returned, and I looked every bit the woman I used to be. Nicholas drove steadily toward Harper Group's headquarters downtown. I closed my eyes to rest, but my mind refused to settle. Ryan and I had been college classmates. He was handsome, ambitious, and incredibly attentive to me. Back then, I believed I had found true love. Against my father's wishes, I married him anyway.