Novel & Cerita My Dreamy Old Husband Novel

— JENNIFER— It was another day of waking up because of the devilish husband of mine. But unlike the other days it wasn't him barking over the phone but his sickly sweet smile and closeness to me in my dream. And it has to be the shitiest dream in the history of my shitty dreams. Another difference was that it was still midnight. As if last night wasn't enough to fill in the quota of my embarrassment, he had to come and scare me in my dreams also. That too, in this weird way that I think I was liking.

“Mom, you’re so beautiful, finding a young guy wouldn’t be hard. But your husband surely wouldn’t allow it. Before you even met the young man, your husband would already be jealous enough to scare him away.” Amanda lifted the teapot nearby, poured herself a cup of water, and sipped. Pamela took a deep breath, her tone filled with doubt. “Amanda, is that old man really my husband?” Amanda chuckled. “Didn’t Old Master show you the marriage certificate?” “He did. It was an old black-and-white photo, but the person next to him really was me.” Amanda was certain. “Then that’s it.” Still puzzled, Pamela muttered, “Why was I so out of my mind back then? How could I have married an old man?”

I just sell fish in the market. And now, I am the wife of a multi-billionaire. I can’t believe it. It seems like it was just a dream. I don’t want to wake up anymore if this is a dream. “What does my husband look like?” I asked her. I was just curious about the physical appearance of my husband. Maybe he’s old or what? I can’t stop the nausea I feel right now if he is old. But I’m not sure, the person in front of me is still young, maybe my husband is in his 20s. I remained standing in front of her.

He knows me better than I know myself. “You bet I would,” I smiled. “Well, it was the usual,” I sighed. “As usual as how?” he asked. “How else, Davey? That woman was in my dream again. What could be more annoying? The fact that she kept talking about her husband and child, and this ridiculous reason for me being in someone else’s heart is driving me crazy. I’m losing my mind,” I lamented, while the cook served the food. That’s the other side of my happy marriage.

At the mention of his favourite mistress, he pauses to look at me, wondering if I'm seriously ok with the extra women in his life, little does he know that I'm grateful for them taking his attention from me. The beautiful, youthful, black hair and teasing dark eyes of my dream taunt me as I stare at the real life version in front of me. My husband, a man old enough to be my father. Actually, my grandfather if I'm being entirely honest, and perhaps that wouldn't be a problem if he was anything like the man in my dreams, kind, attentive, mischievous. But no, my husband is a strict, authoritative man who I'm fairly certain is incapable of love and my sole purpose is to produce an heir, which I

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-"

“We are husband and wife. There is no reason to occupy separate rooms.” “Once the riding crop arrives,” he thought. “I must test it tonight. That sheer muslin gown… with her fine figure, it’d be doubly enticing upon her. I want to see it on her.” My hands and feet went numb when I heard his thoughts, which were consumed by such intimate pursuits.

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

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.