My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

And then there was a random dance, random music, and a random singer appeared before my eyes. Am I dead, or what? Why am I seeing people dancing and singing as if they have no worries or concerns? What the fuck is happening? Am I the only one who doesn't know what's going on here? Is this the end of the world? But just a while ago, we were talking about the disappearance of my husband, right? God, why do I keep calling him my husband when we ended the contract years ago? To be honest, we didn't even get married in the first place because it was just a contract. So maybe I'm crazy for calling him my husband, or maybe it's just my innate desire.

Should… a wife… know her husband's high position… she will be proud, but not Randu. "New? The marriage?" “Yeah… maybe a few weeks. I forget." "You don't like it? is the rude to you?” “Hmm… I don't know, since he's not a normal human like us, I don't know if what he's doing is natural or not… he's rude to me? I don't think so.. more to my life being rude and mean to me." Randu replied grinning. "Life will always be evil to us, Randu..that's why we have to survive. Then… where is your husband? Why did he leave his wife in the woods at night?”

I say screaming at him suddenly feeling giddy and ready to eat. “What? You're so mental. Do you want everyone to know I don't feed you.”He says as he stood shocked at my audacious words. “You don't?”I say gasping out in a fake look of shock.... “Hello world, my husband doesn't feed me”I say loudly..... “What? you're crazy...”He says.... “I Know you're crazy too. But I love your kinda crazy”I murmur.... “I love your kind of crazy too....”He say as he slowly stares at me.

That my Luna is having nightmares at all about this, including even worse nightmares than the first one, makes me furious all over again at that bastard. “Firstly, next time, wake me up,” I tell her, vehemently, “You do not need to handle this alone. I am your husband, I can take it. Secondly, what was this second nightmare that was even worse. If you tell me, it will have less power over you.” “I don’t want you to fear it too,” my wife tells me with hesitation, “I don’t want to put it in your head. It’s just too horrible.” “I appreciate that,” I tell her, “But I can handle it. And I’m never going to allow whatever it is to happen. Ever. I promise you.”

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

Because, fvck it, I’m the worst, I completely, 100% forgot about my best friend, Gaia. And get this: she’s married. Married. As in, til death do us part, and I wasn't even there to see the death part. I didn't get an invite, I didn't get a save the date, nothing. It hurts like a bitch, honestly. It’s making me so freaking sad because we used to be inseparable, and now I’m looking at her life from the outside like some stranger. But the real kicker? Her husband. From what I’ve gathered, the guy makes Dax look like a freaking Boy Scout. He’s on some whole other level of worse, and that scares the absolute shit out of me.

"Calvin, have you forgotten about Clare? She just passed, and they still haven't found her body. H-How can you just turn around and marry this witch so quickly?" Margaret's voice was weak and raspy, but she forced herself to shout with everything she had. Everyone heard it loud and clear, and an uproar followed. No one could believe that Calvin, the renowned designer, was married, considering he'd been telling everyone he was single. Calvin shoved Margaret to the floor. When she struggled to rise, her hand brushed a nearby table, knocking dozens of red wine glasses onto Jenna. Jenna cried out in shock, soaking wet from head to toe.

He began to contemplate their marriage contract. Initially, he had agreed to the marriage contract because something about Charlotte fascinated him. Her independence, confidence, and talent deeply attracted him. However, now he finds that choosing a contractual relationship might have been the right decision. At least this way, he could maintain some distance and rationality in the face of uncertainty and disappointment. One evening, Sebastian sat alone in their spacious but empty living room, holding a glass of whiskey. He stared at the night outside the window, his emotions mixed with bitterness and confusion. As he reflected on their time together, he felt trapped in an unsolvable mystery

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”