My Dreamy Old Husband Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I protested weakly, my mind casting back to the glowing pair of red eyes I saw in the garden just before we entered the house and the howl that came from somewhere in the house just after I finished touching myself. It was confusing, and it was even more confusing that I was conscious of this dream while also remembering real things. The landscape of the dream changed suddenly, and Raguel was suddenly above me on my bed, his hand wrapped around my neck with a feral possessiveness in his red eyes. “Your husband sold you for a contract,” he said quietly as his red eyes darkened. “But what he doesn’t know… is that you were never his to give.”

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

I had a feeling there was another woman somewhere because countless times I had heard him discussing ever so sweetly on a phone to a woman but when I did interrogate him, I would end up with a slap or an insult. Twined tears trickled down my cheeks the more I pondered on my marraige. Was this even a marraige? I suddenly became claustrophobic and goosebumps raided my skin. As if on cue, I heard the clicking sound of the door being opened and I swiftly pivoted my face to its direction. Holding my stare, I jerked once we set our eyes upon each other. There he stood, my cold and mysterious husband. He was dressed in his white signature shirt and black trousers. It was partially unbuttoned to rev

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

"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?

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

“Oh, but you know my name.” “Of course, everyone knows you.” He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. The brunette moved towards him and wrapped her hand around him. I almost felt pity for her as she shook while holding him. Snap! I shifted my gaze to Mason, who had his phone up. Mr. Hale peeled away from the lady immediately. His eyes widened. “What are you doing?” He questioned Mason. “I think your wife would be pleased to have this.” Wait what? He has a wife?