My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

“Do you think any part of last night was funny?” “No.” “Then why are you here acting like I’m the problem?” “I’m here because you disappeared.” “I disappeared because I watched my husband get his dick sucked by his ex who calls herself my friend in front of an audience, on my birthday!” His chest rose heavily. “It happened before we got serious.” I stared at him. “Do you genuinely hear yourself when you speak?” “It meant nothing.” “Men always say that after doing stupid shit.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Cake—”

Behind the charade, I could actually laugh at myself then spiral into psychosis because nothing is as perfect as i would like it to be. My son no longer acted like I was the worst mother though i'm sure he thinks it from time to time. He dropped out of law school and that is something that distractes me during meetings sometimes. I do not know what he is up to and that alone is bad. Sure, he spends most time in the office but that boy is as unpredictable as his father was. I let out a heavy sigh before taking a sip of my wine and allowing my mind to drift off to Williams. My husband was the best. Calm and supportive and he did not require much from me. Unlike my last husband who even cheated

"My husband forgets his keys every morning, he leaves his socks everywhere, and he snores like a dying whale, but he's mine. And I'm his. That's what the ring means." Something in my chest tightened. I looked away, suddenly finding the pattern on the tablecloth fascinating. "Your husband sounds... lovely," I said carefully. "Oh, he's a nightmare." She grinned, clearly delighted. "But he's my nightmare. He brings me coffee in bed every morning, even when I'm grumpy. He leaves me little notes on the mirror. He tells me I'm beautiful even when I look like I haven't slept in three days." She sighed dramatically. "It's disgusting, really. All that love."

Greg pulled her closer and kissed her back. I stood up and quietly slipped away to the bathroom. Idiot. I cleaned up his mess after she abandoned him, and now that she’s back, he’s ready to toss our marriage aside like it meant nothing. The door opened. Arias stepped in.“Are you enjoying my birthday?” she asked, the mockery dripping from her voice. “You invited me here to watch my husband cheat on me?” I asked.

“Julian, we’re married! Please, listen to me! I have to tell you something important!” “There’s nothing to say.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Don’t you get it? This whole marriage… it’s just a giant monument to my mistake. To that accident. Every day I look at you, I remember how I almost died. I remember what you gave up for me. I can’t live inside your sacrifice anymore, Sienna. It feels like a prison.” His words sliced me open. My love for him, my choice to save him… that was what he hated? That was his prison?

seeing a random lady, tapping him, calling him a strange name. I took a deep long breath, then reality hit me. It bit me hard like I had just been thrown in an iced water. "What was I doing?", I thought I left my husband who probably thinking I was using the toilet to follow a strange man all because I thought he was Fred. The Fred that's probably with his girlfriend...now that I think of it. "You're so dumb, Andrea", i muttered to myself as I took a step backwards. “I’m… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, not even sure he spoke English.

She set it on the counter and stared at it. "I wanted him to be surprised, it was my birthday but still i wanted to surprise him" "He's an idiot," I said. It came out rough. "He's my husband." She laughed without humor. "That's the worst part." Husband. I grabbed the word and held it like a rope. Lucien's wife. You've sat at his table a hundred times. Look at the floor. Look at the damn floor. I looked at the floor. It lasted about four seconds.

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

Her eyes widened disproportionately, surprise mixing with a shadow of something darker. "Of course I know who you're talking about!" she exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper of disbelief. "My husband did some business with them... Things were finalized and... but it wasn't a good experience. I think it's a rather difficult, demanding, and overly problematic family, truth be told. Those days were a nightmare for my husband. Fortunately, only memories remain of that now... And well, my husband is no longer here," she finished, a lump in her throat, shaking her head slowly as if trying to cast away a bad memory.