My Husband My Savior Novels & Stories

“If for once second think I’m letting you go then you're crazier than me. ” It was a promise, a warning, and a statement. He stepped back, looking me over, thinking about his next move. “I’ll change your mind. I won you once, and I can do it again. Whether it’s easy or hard, you’ll be begging for me, and when you are, I’ll make sure your husband knows.” “Out!” He walked past me, his head down then I shut the door, locked it, and leaned against it, breathing hard, thinking of one word that had been with me ever since I said “I do” to my new husband. That word was “Saved.”

"I'll only be able to admire you quite easily if you feel that I am number one in your life." "Trust me, your number one in my life, ain't I number one in your life." "God is number one in my life." "Oh... God. So am number two then." "Umm let me think, no." "Huh, so who then is number two." "My changed husband." "Oh, that's me." "No, it isn't you unless I see it." Oh! How I love to see a changed man.

I realize quickly they're waiting for me to respond. "Go with you," I whisper out, letting my jaw open as much as I can. The pain is still excruciating, and I'm mentally calculating how long it is until they'll let me have another pain pill. The pleased smile on his face hits me in the gut. He's genuinely happy to help me, and I can honestly say a few things about this man. He's my hero, a savior, I really don't think he set out to be. In all the time I've been dealing with my husband and his fists, no one's ever saved me, they've never made me feel safe, and none have ever made me wonder what it would be like to have a different man in my life.

Sas says. " Gosh! I don't know anything about my husband. How do you know? " I stare at both. " Your husband is going to be a trillionaire soon. Pay attention to G****e and of course, news channels. " Saavi says. " My husband comes on the television screen. " I wince and say out loud. They giggle again gazing at my expression. I was thankful for the loud music. "He's the leader of Cosa Nost….." Sas elbows Saavi.

His left hand holds my arm gently until it gets tighter, squeezing it to get my attention, proving that he's not joking at all and he will do what he says if I disobey him. “Take it seriously, my wife.” I am screaming in my head, wanting to kick his ass, desiring to make him feel the suffering he's making me experience. “Excuse me, Mister Suarez, I hope you don't mind. I am here to give you the results of the examination that the doctor did on your wife. He can't tell it himself, but he's extending his congratulations to both of you.” “Yeah. Tell him that I am really thankful to him for saving my wife. My wife is my life now. I can't seem to handle it if something bad happens to her.”

He loved me. When I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror without despising my own naïveté. He wasn't simply my husband. He was my salvation. And now... The price of saving me... Was his own life. "You… were... the best... part... of my life..." His voice faded almost to nothing. His eyes began losing focus, drifting toward somewhere beyond my shoulder. "Take care... of the children... Christopher... is... a good boy... Tell him... I'm sorry... we never... finished... our chess game..."

Too bad I didn’t get to see the look on her face when she found out who I was. ‘Please have mercy on my husband’ she said as she got on her knees. I felt a bit embarrassed. People were looking, and this crazy woman made it seem like I was the villain here. ‘Knowing he his a close associate with you...’ she tried saying, and I immediately cut her off. ‘Your husband and I do not work together, get your facts straight’ I said, and she stood up with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Excuse me?’ she asked again just to be sure.

He was still my Alpha. He was still the man the moon had chosen for me, and despite the papers I wanted to sign, he was technically my husband. The realization felt like a heavy chain wrapped around my throat. No matter how far I ran, the bond hummed under my skin, a constant, painful reminder that I belonged to a man who looked at me like I was a stain on his family’s honor. “Hey, Sophia… where did you go?” Elana’s hand shook my shoulder, pulling me back to the present. I realized I had been staring at the wall, lost in thoughts about a man who treated me like an enemy.

They hung on the chair, some against the pole, some were vomiting, others were. "Eirik!" I rushed towards him. He was sitting on the chair in front of the counter where the bartender was. "Are you his wife?" The bartender asked. I paused, staring at him with a strange look. "That was what he saved your contact with - my wife." The bartender cleared the air. I sighed, hating the situation I was about to get myself in. I could smell the alcohol Eirik had just by moving close to his body. "Please, take care of him. He seemed to be in a lot of regret." The bartender added.

Her curiosity was written all over her face. I swallowed before answering, my thoughts going back—back to the day everything fell apart. The day I learned my ten-year marriage was nothing but a farce. The day I walked into my own home expecting to surprise my darling husband, only to find another woman in charge of my house. Only to be kicked out of my own house. To find out that my husband had another family. To feel myself break, piece by piece. “That was the day I met Marcus,” I said quietly. “And he has never let me down since then. Not ever.”