My Husband Is Now My Wife Novels & Stories

“Your husband.” “I already have a husband. His name is…” “Oh no, beauty,” he says, cutting me off. “That won’t be a problem any longer.” My heart sinks. “What did you do to him?” “I didn’t do a darn thing. But you’ll do best to forget about him. Whoever he was to you, no longer.” “I’m married. We’re married. You can’t just change that,” I whisper. “I can if you sign the papers, love.” “I won’t,” I respond automatically.

I shook my head slowly. “I just… need..need… a second.” I stammered. But I didn’t. I just needed a fucking lifetime for myself. Because the man I had built my future with for the past 6 years was now someone else's husband. Shay didn’t argue this time. She just stood beside me, her grip tightening on my arm like she was ready to drag me out if I collapsed. The music got louder. Applause filled the room again as the officials announced them as husband and wife.

Our beginning. I look around. Boxes still unpacked in corners. Furniture we picked together. Pictures on walls. A blend of his life and mine becoming ours. "We live here now," I say. "We do." "Together. As husband and wife." "As husband and wife." "That's so weird to say." "But good weird?" "The best weird." He pulls me close. Kisses me. Different than before. Deeper. More certain. The kiss of a husband. Not a boyfriend. Not a fiancé. A husband.

Rafael smiles down at me, a wide open smile with nothing to hide, and I know I've seen him smile before, but this feels different. "You're my wife now." He whispers into my ear, his fingers rubbing at my waist. Finally. The words have been something we've thrown around a lot. But finally, now, we have them. We mean them. It's true, it's real. Forever. I place my hand against his chest and nod. "And you're my husband, to have and to hold as long as we both breathe." He returns my smile. "Which I plan on making a very, very long time."

Everyone clapped as we were announced as husband and wife. It has become official. I'm married to the most powerful man in the Kingdom

He slid his hands to my waist, and he drew me close. "Severin," I called, looking into his eyes. Severin nudged my nose with his, a bright smile playing on his handsome face as he lifted his brow, as if telling me he was all ears. "I'm your wife," I muttered. "We belong to each other now, as husband and wife. I'm no longer your fiancée, I'm your wife, right?" I asked, my voice sounding off low. Severin's expression turned serious. "Calista..." He called.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

as if unveiling a secret world meant only for us. I lay on a sumptuous bed, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions while scrolling through social media updates. The remnants of scandal and gossip clung to every post, but all that faded when I felt a gentle touch on my back. Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me."

Egbert sneered, the man turned, not avoiding Frederick, but also said: "Do I still need your permission to look at my ex-husband?" Saying this, Egbert Smith stood up, straightening his wrinkle-free clothes. “Frederick, you should remember, Erwin was once my husband. And now, you can only be called Erwin's fiancé at most!" After the provocation, Egbert Smith realized what he had just said. This was like a case of jealousy between an ex-husband and a new husband, while his fiancé, Hein Wilson, was still standing next to him. Egbert Smith was confused, but he didn't feel remorse when he said that last sentence.

He replied smiling while I just stared at him with a frown. “Why?” I asked him fidgeting with my hands. “Because I am really wishing to spend some time with my new wife today.” He replied and I gave him a confused look. “New wife?” I asked him shaking my head. “Yeah! Until yesterday I never saw the real you completely regarding your nature and behavior, even though I had glimpsed before. So, you are my new wife.” He replied, shrugging and pulled me to him. “Then you are my new husband because I never thought my husband is this romantic.” I mumbled before he covered my lips making it impossible to say anything else.