My Husband Has No Hands Novels & Stories

The older child handed her a bottle, empty, and went inside to wash. Jimmy stayed in the yard. Lily-Rose came down one step. Not close enough to touch. He looked at the drive, then at her. “I opened that door,” he said. “I wanted to watch. I thought I could keep the house and the show. I lost the wife. I still have them. That is all I get.” Lily-Rose did not move toward his mouth. She did not make it soft. “Be good at four o’clock. That is the only love I need from you now.”

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.

My husband sits next to me, his legs crossed, staring out the window, both of us strapped to the seats inside his Rolls-Royce Phantom. My eyes are on him, noting every finger twitch, every jaw clench, and every deep sigh he’s not aware that he’s making. He’s not said much all morning; he doesn’t have to. Now that I know what his father did to him, I understand why he’s never enthusiastic about our families gathering together, just like our engagement day and my first visit to his family home. Without thinking, I slide my left hand onto his lap and find his right hand. His lashes flutter, and he turns to me. I give him my best smile and lock our fingers, squeezing his hand.

At first,I thought I had gone blind but within a few seconds, I could see again. I struggled to let loose and my wrists started hurting, but I couldn't break free.Without saying anything,he put his hand against my skin, I closed my eyes, and started crying, this is not what I bargain for, how could my husband treat me this way? I remained silent, neither resisting nor responding.

The night we get married, Hugo Lambert caresses the burn on my shoulder and says, "They said you risked your life to go into the fire and save Hayden back then. I didn't believe them, but now it seems like they were telling the truth." He smiles bitterly. "So, in your eyes, I'm nothing more than a stand-in for him." Before I can explain, he silences me with a kiss. After a night of passion, I just assume he's jealous and teasing me. But after that night, Hugo starts seeing other women and never comes home again. Even when my father, Bernard Colgan, is on his deathbed, Hugo is still spending the night with his mistress, Janelle Langdon. I call him for the first time in three years. "Hug

I could see in the eyes of Ethan the suddenness of what his brother had done, but he couldn't do anything. My husband hurried upstairs as he held my hand so tightly that I was almost writhing in pain, as I said, "Ouch, can you please loosen your grip on my hands? I'm hurting," I looked at him, almost about to cry. "Sorry," he said as he loosened his grip on my hand. "Come follow me," he added.

So I placed my right hand. He shook my hand and said, "From now onwards we are not husband and wife." "What?" I shouted at him in shock. "With this handshake, we both are not husband and wife anymore." He replied, and I am surprised that I didn't faint.

I’ve been crawled up in my room because I’ve been too afraid to step out, along with the fact that I am in so much pain. Not that I didn’t already know this but my husband is a dick. The worst that there is. The absolute worst. I groan, wincing at the ache in my arms. Even after a long time, the ache is still unbearable. It stings so bad that at this moment I feel that cutting both my hands off would be more painless than having them. I manage to move, clenching my teeth as I force my body to a different position.

But I needed to talk to somebody about my problems I didn't really have a lot of friends most of the maids still have hatred towards me and treated me as if I was a disease that was working about amongst them and nobody was particularly fond of me in the entire place especially Bryant grandmother I'm sure that she probably wished she could wave her hand and make me disappear unfortunately life was not that simple for her and fortunately for me it wasn't that way if not I'm sure that she would have eradicated me from existence a long time ago. When I opened my door I was surprised to see who was sitting on my bed. It was my husband. I rubbed my eyes several times so that I could figure out if

I look behind him and I see an entire flock of women behind him. Maybe they had no idea he is my husband, but this isn't the first time he has come here. He drops the gift on the marble table. He grabs my hands and he gives it a quick survey. I noticed I haven't even gotten a decent manicure or pedicure since I saw about Kenzo and Beth. Three months already. I watch his chiseled jaw as he stares at my hands. He moves it back to where it was and he leans back on his chair.