روايات وقصص ضمن My Husband Is Womanizer

But all this time, my husband had been hitting it with his secretary. And what I'm about to say may blow your mind even further—my husband wasn't just fucking his secretary. He was fucking his secretary, who was a man. Crazy, right? Yes, I know. The supposed "love of my life" was gay. But you know what? Fuck that bastard. I was here to get myself fucked by the hottest man I could find at this party. I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

I'd been married to Cecil Smith for eight years. He was the youngest wedding planner in the country, yet our own wedding had been thrown together in a rush. I'd asked him about it many times. Each time, he'd take my hand and say the same thing. "Nora, once I make it into the Best of Weddings Hall of Fame, I'll give you a wedding the whole city will talk about. "I'll make sure everyone knows you're the wife I'd do anything for." He said it like he meant it, so I believed him. I gladly stayed up late rewriting proposals with him and worked alongside him on-site. When he needed cash to keep the business going, I sold the house my mother had left me. My coworkers would see how worn out I was and

And a man like that turned around and called me cruel. I typed my reply slowly. "Lorenzo, you and the others lied to me and let me down again and again. "You were my husband. You were supposed to protect me. "But for Giuliana, you pushed me off a cliff without a second thought. "And you call me cruel? What gives you the right?"

"Forgive me, when I first saw you, I seriously thought you're still in college." I chuckled. "Must be because of my height. But yeah, I'm married." Rory smiled, then she gracefully clasped her hands on the table. "Come on, tell me about your husband." "Excuse me?" Her smile widened. "What's your husband like, Bianca?" I cleared my throat. "Well… he's…" He's an asshole bastard who manipulated me into marrying him. But instead, I forced a smile. "He's a businessman. He… recently got into an accident and is in therapy right now."

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."

Charlene said ridiculously. “I bet he remembered something, I can't assure you he remembered all, but maybe little. Even if anything happens between you two, he can't blame you. Moreover both of you are a couple so when something like that happens it's normal, even if both of you ain't in love. And rape? That's really ludicrous. Why would your husband rape you?” “But he seduced me.” She snapped.

“On the other side too, no lies; there's the fact that that damned man is my husband, who abandoned me before we got married, and how did it go with the sheik?” “He told me that he has six women; since in his country you can have as many as you can keep well, he assures me that he can keep hundreds; he only has one dick; and also that it is complicated when they start chirping and that women synchronize their periods when they live together, so they had the same change of temperament. I proposed to him that it would be better if we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and he almost didn't want to. I explained to him that he had more wives, but on the other hand, he didn't have a girlfriend, and th

He wanted this little chat to be spread around town by daybreak. "I'd rather have five minutes of conversation with this one than spend a whole night fucking you. I think the reason your husband is so pissed that my woman is with me is because he's realized too late just how much of a fuck up he is." She bristled, but he wasn't done.

He can feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. “How could you do this?” he says. “You let that man brainwash you. You think he’s any better than me? His first wife left him, Julie. That’s a pretty damn telling sign, don’t you think? What are you going to do when it gets rough? Run to another man?”