Novel & Cerita My Husband My Savior

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********

“But I know it will be a boy, “ he says and I shake my head as they walk away, Dominic carrying our daughter and Charlotte flooding him with stories from today, of what we did in the afternoon. She adores him and Dominic adores her so much my heart is overflowing. I never thought someone could be this happy. I never thought I could have this, for myself. I always thought happy endings were for other people and I could only look at that form from afar. But maybe God does have a plan for all of us. Maybe we were given the hard times for a reason and we learned so much from all we went through. I am not saying that things will be easy from now on. But if we are together, we can face everything.

One minute, I’m trying to snap my husband back to reality and the next, he crushes me to his chest, keeping me imprisoned with one muscled arm around my waist. “Thank you.” He whispers, sounding like I gave him a second chance at life. “Thank you for saving me…”

He returned as promised, but unknown to me, he was no longer my husband. You were born with a rare rhesus blood defect, requiring an immediate blood transfusion. Your father was the obvious choice, but I should have noticed his hesitation. Once you were out of danger, we left the hospital, and I began to notice his strange behavior. He twitched anytime I asked him to do simple tasks, especially when holding you. One night, I demanded to know what was wrong, and he screamed, falling from the bed. "Stay away, woman! Enough is enough! I will tell you the truth. I am not your husband. That idiot trapped me in his body, made me a servant to mortals with the Grace of God, and left me under the ete

He stared deep into my eyes for a long moment, as though searching for some deep truth, then he pulled away. My heart ached, panic quickly setting in. Had I said the wrong thing? Done the wrong thing? God, please. My devil husband is the single greatest blessing I've ever received. My salvation. Please, help me keep him. I'd do anything just to keep being his.

“Yes, one of them went to Iraq and Zimbabwe in remote areas, those who are helpless need someone like me to help them, and I feel that helping them is my duty, besides because I have experienced things like them I feel that I am part of them. “ Oh! My husband, who has an angelic heart but is so fragile deep inside, I tighten my arms around him. “I want to save people from suffering, like I was saved by Mom, like you saved me when I was beaten, and like your hope saved me from adversity.” I smiled and kissed the part where his heart was under his white shirt. I lifted my body so my face could align with his face. “You are a special man, Sean, no matter how bad you were in the past, I love the

“I’m sorry you all had to see that. My wife isn’t quite right in the head. She gets triggered easily. “She acts crazy at home all the time. I put up with it every single day. Honestly, what did I do to deserve this?” I touched my face and collapsed onto the floor. I felt completely defeated. Just then, an elderly white-haired doctor passed by with a ward-round cart. Seeing my state, he frowned and walked over to ask what had happened. After learning about my situation, he let out a sigh and said, “Saving the patient is what matters right now. I’m Mark Myer, the associate director of cardiac surgery. I’ll use my hospital badge to guarantee the deposit for you. Go pick up the supplies first.”

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

Pamela said. Mari and Andrei looked at each other and smiled sweetly. "Maybe because we are meant to be!" Andrei jokingly replied. "Ayyy! Where can we find an Andrei here in the Philippines!" Pamela squealed excitedly. Mari's laughter grew louder but she was really proud of Andrei who would be her husband. "How lucky is such a beautiful Mari." Pamela said. "Hey, no! Maybe because I always pray to God to give me an Andrei in my life!" Mari replied with a smile while leaning on Andrei's shoulder.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.