My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Novels & Stories

"No, i already ate my supper out!" How selfish. I thought. That he would have his own dinner out and not take me along or bring me anything. Like I never existed. I longed for a relationship where my husband loved me. Where he took me to eat out and gave me warm kisses and hugs. I was starting to wish of a new lover. If only I would be blessed enough to be granted a young lover who was still willing to love me even after finding out I had an old obsessive and abusive husband wouldn't have been a bad idea. I spent my day during the trip fantasizing about him. What he would look like. I dreamt of him. I had seen him in my dreams, fantasies.

"You love Jake so much, sis. I'm sure you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself to help him pay off his debts, right? This outfit suits you perfectly. You were born to be a man's little bitch. Go on, get on the floor and bark for us." I clutched the collar tightly, looked up, and let tears roll down my face. "Jake, I'm your wife. The woman you married. Are you really going to humiliate me like a dog just for money?" But Jake was already blind with greed over that fifty grand. Whatever husbandly feeling he had left was long gone. He grabbed me by the collar. "Shut the hell up! I still have the deed to your parents' rundown little house. You refuse to wear this? Tomorrow, I'll have those two old

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.

Soon, I rule out their suspicion. Given their personalities, they don't bother to play such a prank. Could it be that my husband has been kidnapped? If so, why doesn't he call the police? I frown. Something doesn't seem right. "Maybe I should call the police now," I think aloud. Hope that it's merely a prank. If Nathan has an accident, at least I can save his life. Suddenly, another message arrives. "I'm not your husband but someone closest to you! This thing is so weird. I'm afraid you won't believe my words. Don't call the police! Pretend nothing has happened and go to the bank first!"

She had never felt this way before and for a moment she felt like she was dishonoring her late husband’s memories. Nile was a great man, husband and father, but she never remembered him doing anything like this to her before. He wasn’t that big on romance, he was more of a cute klutz who tried to plan romantic candlelit dinners, but would only set the table cloth on fire, or burn the steaks, or even forget she was allergic to fish and would make her break out in hives. A little sigh escaped her mouth as she gently pulled her hand away from Aiden. He caught on to her mood. “Are you OK?” He asked.

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.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

All I want is to get to our hotel room and just die on the big bed. But for now, I'll just keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is real life. That Damien Hunt is my real husband. And that I'm his real wife. And that we are married for real. I thought this would be scary but the thought of calling him 'my husband' for eternity makes me burst with bliss. I don't care how old we get, Damien will always be my dream man. And living with him for the rest of my life is a dream! ****

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.