My Husband Is A Gary Stu Novels & Stories

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water. At the hospital, the doctors were stunned—someone who had supposedly tried to drown himself hadn't swallowed a single drop of water. My in-laws put on their best act, thanking the heavens for their son's miraculous survival, claiming his life wasn't meant to end so soon. I suppressed a sneer and pretended to be concerned as I asked the doctor, "My husband is in the late stages of liver cancer. Could this incident have worsened his condition? Should we make him go through a more thorough examination?"

A few days later, I got in touch with a famous orthopedic surgeon abroad. I planned to go overseas for treatment. When I first got injured, I had a great chance to get treatment. But Caelan told me, “Nellie, no matter what happens to you, I will always love you.” As time went on, though, he became annoyed by what people said about me. They would say, “Caelan’s wife is a cripple.” That comment annoyed him a lot.

~~Julie~~ My husband, Ryan, is standing on the karaoke stage, making a fool of himself. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway, his tie long abandoned, and his cheeks are flushed from too much whiskey. “And I………will always love you…..” he sings, closing his eyes. His voice is terrible.

I said spelling out my words. "I just..." He started talking again and I increased the volume of the song in the car to the highest that I couldn't hear anything he was saying.I looked out the window and sighed. This was just my life. Barry is my husband and of course I'm his wife. Don't be too surprised, it was not my decision nor was his. It happened because it had to happen. Matchmaking by our parents. The most annoying thing is the age difference between Barry and I. He is a successful 27year old accountant and I'm a 17year old student at college

"Yes," I said finally, my voice strong and commanding. "Gideon Grayson is my ex-husband. Emphasis on ex." I leaned forward by just a little, my eyes sharp as needles. "And that's all he'll ever be. A mistake I left behind, just like the old me."

“I don’t believe you. I called one of Olivia’s friends in Maryland. She said Olivia still hasn’t recovered. She’s still in a coma. So who are you?!” Cold panic spread through my entire body. I didn’t know what to say anymore. I’m busted. “Who are—” “She’s my wife. Do you have a problem with that?" Gary’s words were cut off by the familiar voice coming from the stairway. I turned toward the speaker and saw Steffano descending the stairs. He walked straight toward me and pulled me against his side protectively. I looked at Gary, whose eyes darted between the two of us in complete confusion. “This is insane.”

I groaned at my clumsiness spilling for my life story. He laughed, at least he hasn't run off. But why would I be happy if he hasn't run away? "You are cute. I am widower with a wonderful daughter. My name is Gary Steele." He held out his hand for a handshake. Holy molly! He had a daughter? And he was a widower? I totally feel pity for his late wife, she must be turning in her grave everyday to leave this specimen of a man alone on earth. Jesus! What was wrong with me?

If my assumption is correct, then there is going to be no freedom after her death but rather we are going to have a new master or mistress. I wouldn't be in a haste to conclude, I'll watch to see what happens. **** It's been a week now since Madam passed away. She had been buried three days ago and finally, we knew her husband's name. We recently found out his name was Gary because he told us himself. We all knew his wife never called him by his name. She always called him "hubby". To be honest, he didn't seem to moan his wife as a husband should. He wasn't feeling down in any way and I alongside Lauren had seen Gina moving in and out of the house frequently. Who knows what she's up to now?

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.