My Husband Is A Pervert Mga Nobela at Kwento

Henry asked and Asher frowned. "Um... What?" Asher asked. "Excuse Me, Sir... Did you met your wife? She just walked past from here?" The same reception asked and Henry frowned at her question. "Fuck my life." Asher cursed himself scratching the back of his neck. "His wife?" Henry asked confusingly. "Yeah. His wife... Umm... I mean, He said he is Mrs. Olivia Madison son in law." The receptionist answered and Henry looked at him angrily. "Um... Yes. Please leave us alone." Henry replied and the receptionist walked away.

"I’ll never do that. I'm your husband and you're my wife now." "Shut up! That's disgusting!" Caraline felt her heart racing. "You're driving me almost crazy!"

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

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.

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

"Calvin, have you forgotten about Clare? She just passed, and they still haven't found her body. H-How can you just turn around and marry this witch so quickly?" Margaret's voice was weak and raspy, but she forced herself to shout with everything she had. Everyone heard it loud and clear, and an uproar followed. No one could believe that Calvin, the renowned designer, was married, considering he'd been telling everyone he was single. Calvin shoved Margaret to the floor. When she struggled to rise, her hand brushed a nearby table, knocking dozens of red wine glasses onto Jenna. Jenna cried out in shock, soaking wet from head to toe.

He looked at me with a smirk on his face as if he didn’t even regret doing what he just did to me, “I knew it. You’re still awake.” I pointed at him, “Y-You! You are a pervert! You told me you’re not going to do something perverted to me, but what did you just do?!” “It’s because you were pretending to be asleep even though I was trying to talk to you,” he sulked like a kid. I glared at him, “Because I already wanted to sleep, okay? That’s why I didn’t want to talk to you.” “What’s wrong about what I did? I am your husband, after all.”

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.