My Husband Is My Love Novels & Stories

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

"That sounds better than I imagined.” Hunter lightly rubs his beard on the back of my neck, causing his hair at shoulder height to tickle me at the top of my spine. "Nothing sounds better than you saying you're in love with me, beautiful girl.” "Between admitting every day that I love you," I whisper, intertwining our fingers. "Feeling that I'm still in love is not a big deal, you know?” My husband's eyes sparkle in a fascinating shade of green with the golden glow of the sun, and the smile that opens when listening to my words seems to me like the most beautiful photograph anyone could take.

Snickering disdainfully, he proceeded to pour wine into the two glasses. "Of course not, am I right? You can never feel jealous of how close I have grown to your sister. You never truly loved me anyway. So why should you feel any sadness?" Chad emitted a chuckle. "No, in reality, you must have the desire to tear me apart now... growling and roaring like a wounded lion... Here, let me propose a toast to you." Raising the glass in the air, Chad swiftly consumed its contents. His heart was in utter turmoil. He couldn't unravel the emotions welling up within him. He professed to love Marlie unconditionally, and yet he couldn't help but feel drawn to his wife each passing day.

"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.