My Husband Is My Love Novels & Stories

"Need I say more? I always ask her when she's coming home, I always want to know what she's doing, but she don't seem to care. She insists the business needs her. It’s almost as if I couldn’t provide for her. I guess she made it hard for me to continue loving her when I know I’m not on the top of her list. I don't even know why she got married if she didn't want to become a wife." "Maybe you're just sad so you made a hasty decision." “Bella, I’m thirty-five years old. I think I know what I’m doing. And I’m sure about what I feel… I’ve fallen in love with you.” Good God, what can I say to him?

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

I'm being an arse. 'It's not easy for me too, you know. I'm married to a man twice my father's age, my father has lost his life's work and I can't do anything about it. I can't be with the man I truly love. I have to keep the existence of my lover a secret from my husband and family. That's hard.' Her voice was shaky, almost on the verge of tears. 'Please don't cry, we'll figure it out somehow.' Jake reassured and led her to the couch Oscar had earlier vacated.

She hug him taking strength from him for whatever may come her way. "I love you honey." Her admission swell Tristan's heart he felt he is strong enough to protect his family. With the love and trust his woman is giving him. "I love you too Sweetheart. You and our children is my strength and guide to face the future." Unknowingly they don't know what the future holds.

That I understood how Emma's manipulation had poisoned everything. But I was only a ghost, watching helplessly as my husband drowned in regret. Mark... If there's another life after this one, I hope you learn to see the truth before it's too late. I hope you learn to trust love over lies. My spirit began to fade then, the world growing dim around me. Perhaps this was truly the end. In my final moments, I thought I heard Mark's voice, gentle as it had been in our early days of marriage: "Alice, come home for dinner. I made your favorite soup."

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

A few residents returning from work hurried past, sensing the unbearable tension. Argan finally spoke again, his tone softer, desperate. “Devia, please. Don’t leave. I know I’m a failure, but I… I still love you.” Devia laughed again, empty of joy, filled only with irony. “You love me? After letting another woman call you her husband? After your family mocked me like I was worthless? What kind of love is that, Argan?” Argan said nothing. His face had gone pale; his chest heaved with uneven breaths.

Jonas was the son of my father-in-law’s first love. My wife and the college boy I had sponsored had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. And even her father had been helping them cover it up, even encouraging it. In this entire family, I was the only fool. I was the only one kept in the dark, pouring in money and effort while feeding a nest of ungrateful parasites. I forced down the violent hatred surging in my chest. With a polite smile still on my face, I stepped in front of Vincent and walked to the control panel.

A second chance at love, at family, at happiness. Nothing could ever compare to the reality of lying here in my husband’s arms, newly wedded, marked, claimed, and utterly, perfectly loved. Deep in my soul, I knew this was only the beginning. ✿⊱╮THE END╭⊰✿

Maxwell asked in curiosity, his gaze strained on me. My mouth closed and opened with no words. “And I don’t get why you keep saying he couldn’t say that, are you guys not married because of love?” “I did. We married because of love. But my husband is not big on affection, if you know what I mean. So it was shocking when I found out he’d said that.” I mentally stroked my head in the smooth way I answered him. No stutter, no hint that every word I’d said was a lie.