My Husband Is Now My Wife Novels & Stories

I whispered. He nodded. “But not today.” And as the door opened and the noise of the real world came rushing back in—my dad’s booming “Where the hell have y’all been?” echoing through the house—I knew one thing for sure: We were different now. Not just a couple. Not just high school sweethearts playing at forever. We were husband and wife. And no one—not Kenzie, not rumors, not even the chaos waiting behind that front door—could undo the quiet promise we’d made.

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih Me: No way! My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I continued to talk. He laughed. "More than three years ago, you said I should change the table if I wanted you to sit closer to me. Have you forgotten?" He placed his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed it. "Don't ask for my permission starting now; you can do whatever you want in this mansion. Because it's not just mine, it's ours. We're still legally married." "Is that so?" I tried to suppress a big smile despite the tickling sensation in my muscles. "So, you're not my master anymore? You're not my slave owner? We're husband and wife now?"

I am ready to give him myself because he is my husband now and it's his right to touch me and I am not stopping him. . . . . .

We both take our vows and promised to always be with each other no matter what the circumstances may be, whether in hardship or good the moment. "You are now legally my wife, Mrs Ahmad." He whispered to my ear. "And, you're now legally my husband too, Mr Ahmad." I whispered back.

Huhu! I ignored this man with me here in the room, He doesn't look at me, he doesn't care, he just let me and I know that he was also forced to this arrange marriage. Yes, we talked before but I really can't imagine that this person is my husband. he was just my classmate yesterday and now he is my Husband? I hope everything is just a dream. But not. "We're Married." I am now Mrs. Quinlee Velez Ford and he is now my husband.

The words rang out final and unforgiving. “…by the authority vested in me and under the witness of the moon, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The words echoed through the hall, heavy and final. Husband and wife. Just like that, it was done. There was no turning back. The murmurs around us swelled, some shocked, and some openly displeased, but none of it mattered. I was no longer a guest. No longer a bargaining chip. No longer a fugitive omega. I was now Draven Amari’s wife.

My brain just went numb. So that's how it's going to be. Me trying to fall in love with him. Do I even want to? There's nothing wrong with that. He's my husband now. That means I have to spend the rest of my life with him. Falling in love cannot be that bad, right?