My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

"But we are close, I am the closest person to you right now," He said and I wanted to at least land a slap in his cheeks to wake him up from his delusional world. "We are not close, you must be kidding yourself, boys, I don't even wanna talk to you, how do you think you are the closest person to me," I replied, I just wanted him gone. "I am your husband!" He said a little loud, I resisted the urge to laugh in his face, the dude was so funny like he suddenly remembered he was my husband?

I heard him scream and at the mention of my husband I rushed out . I saw everyone staring at the tv like something was happening and when I walked closer I met the greatest shock of my life . My ex husband was harry Hoffman the richest man in the world ,like how wae that even possible . He didn't tell Me that ,all he did was never show me his family telling me that they were dead. How dare him . "You just have to let it go, you see. It seems like that man is just a scam and he played with you "my mother told while the tears rushed out of my eyes .

At the mention of his favourite mistress, he pauses to look at me, wondering if I'm seriously ok with the extra women in his life, little does he know that I'm grateful for them taking his attention from me. The beautiful, youthful, black hair and teasing dark eyes of my dream taunt me as I stare at the real life version in front of me. My husband, a man old enough to be my father. Actually, my grandfather if I'm being entirely honest, and perhaps that wouldn't be a problem if he was anything like the man in my dreams, kind, attentive, mischievous. But no, my husband is a strict, authoritative man who I'm fairly certain is incapable of love and my sole purpose is to produce an heir, which I

I restrained my wobbly legs to collapse on the ground while my sanity was nowhere to be found. How could they do this to me? Just a few minutes ago we vowed in front of our families and friends. I just had my dream wedding, so how could things change so drastically? "My stupid wife is stupid enough to not to doubt anything even if her husband and best friend are gone for a few more hours. She's practically a tube light. You just come here," "Hey! Don't be so rough ha ha!" "Why, don't you always like it when I'm rough with you?"

Ryan tried to pull her back into his embrace but she pushed him away. The nager inside ofher almost exploding. She had not gotten over the fact that Grace has appeared before her husband when she met her worst nightmare. It brought her back to reality. She was in a serious predicament that could cost her marriage and relationship with the rest of the family " What do you want" She said in a cold voice.

I grabbed a bottle of water and went back to my room. I turned on my TV and tried to watch a show on N*****x but nothing caught my fancy. I felt so depressed and turned the TV off. I had felt so happy in the car but could not understand why my mind had taken such a turn. I was soon embraced by a dreamless sleep only to wake up the next morning to find my husband in bed with me with his arms wrapped around me. What the fuck was going on?

After the meeting with Greg Knox, who was the supposed Trevor Holt , Tracy Hall could not bring herself any sort of peace of comfort . From the moment she got back home from the previous night, she had been worried to the very core of it. Marry me. The very words of Greg came alive again in her head. It has always returned over and over again since she had heard him. ” Son of a bitch . ” She muttered to herself while still fiddling with her duvet.

"Go... continue your... I mean your friend's story." I sighed and I continue the story. "When she woke up and realize everything that happened, she decided to forget everything and just continue with her plans. She will just quietly solve her stupid mistakes when the time comes. But then she met the guy again and that guy keeps on calling her wife and acting like a real husband." "Well, technically he is the real husband of your friend." Mara butted in. "Yes. But it only happen because my friend is drunk and she is not in her right mind to make a decision."

My past, a nightmare I had fervently tried to escape, was unraveling before me in the most horrifying manner imaginable. His cold smile and chilling gaze continued to bore into me, a brutal testament to the man he has always been since he became my husband. I felt the walls I had carefully constructed around me crumble as the reality of my situation crashed down upon me. This was not a bad dream, but a terrifying reality. My worst nightmare had returned, and I was caught in its cruel grasp. His voice sliced through the thick air between us like a knife, a chilling confirmation that this was not some horrific hallucination. It was as if a final nail had been hammered into my coffin, affirming

I ask confused " Relax Luna. Your husband is suffering from multiple personality disorder, and partial amnesia" He informs calming my anger. " What do you mean?" I ask nonplussed " Your husband has lust touch with reality. For the text couple of days he will keep switching from one personality to another. Today he might be a kid, tomorrow an animal and the day after that his old self" He informs as my heart sinks to my stomach. " My husband isn't going to get better, is he? " I ask, searching his eyes for answers.