My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

"If you didn't like them, I can ask him to send another bouquet." "I love them." I smile. "And thankyou for standing up for me." "That's what husbands do." "Your real wife is going to be a really lucky woman." "Your real husband is going to be the luckiest man on the planet." I don't know if I ever want to get married for real. Not after what Brandon did to me. Not after what Rooney did to Lana. The thought of marriage creeps me out. Marriage sounds like a nightmare that's impossible to wake up from. What if my husband wakes up one day and decides he doesn't love me? The way Brandon woke up one day and decided he didn't love me anymore. The thought of marriage creeps me out.

"Are you still mad that I got a villa for Rowena? I'll buy you a better one, alright? Just don't divorce me, and you can ask for anything." I pulled my hand away from his with a look of disgust. "Didn't you say you married me because I was some desperate, pathetic woman who followed your every command, and that you could divorce me at any time? Those were your words, weren't they?" Cameron looked down, looking guilty. "I was pissed and drunk. I didn't really mean what I said." On Cameron's birthday last year, he had his buddies over, plus Rowena, his ex from an eight-year relationship.

They laughed as he proceeded to help her prepare and set the table. The drugs you gave me worked on her perfectly well, she (Isa) was a sex beast" He added. "I will be the best husband while we are on our honeymoon and when she comes back" he stopped, a devilish grin on his face. "I wonder if she would still remember me," The lady mumbled. "I heard the accident wipe some of her memories, if she did, I would love to see the look on her face when she sees me," She went on, taking her seat.

“Don’t dress it up now.” He nodded slowly. “You’re right.” His shoulders sagged. “I was lost,” he said. “Completely. I didn’t even know who I really loved when I pushed you out of my life.” Her jaw tightened. “You didn’t push me out,” she corrected. “You chased me out.” That hit harder but it was the fact. “I made the biggest mistake of my life,” he whispered. Tears welled in his eyes. “Do you know what it felt like,” she asked quietly, “to realize your husband was happier hurting you than fixing things?”

“Oh, but you know my name.” “Of course, everyone knows you.” He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. The brunette moved towards him and wrapped her hand around him. I almost felt pity for her as she shook while holding him. Snap! I shifted my gaze to Mason, who had his phone up. Mr. Hale peeled away from the lady immediately. His eyes widened. “What are you doing?” He questioned Mason. “I think your wife would be pleased to have this.” Wait what? He has a wife?

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

The worst form of betrayal comes from the people you never expected it from. My family. My own husband and his parents, stabbing me in the back, literally. Lying to me, deceiving me, making me look like the biggest fool ever. But I actually am. I should have tried to know more about him before venturing into marriage, but he was in haste and I never knew why until now. He wanted to get married before his birthday, so he and his barbaric family could have a tasty meal of my intestines and flesh, then a satisfying drink of my well nourished blood to wash it all down!

My husband, Samuel Sullivan, has listed his home appliance repair services on a secondhand marketplace for five years. He charges one cent per job, and his service range is strictly limited to a single city, a single residential complex, and one specific address. His only customer is his ex-girlfriend, Willow Emerson. When her air conditioner filter needs replacing, he travels across half the city to disassemble and install it. When her bathroom lightbulb burns out, he heads out late at night, claiming he's going to buy cigarettes. I asked him about it once. He tells me a man must keep his word. He promised to look after her, and just because they broke up doesn't mean he can go back o

Everyone in the underworld knows that Alessio Muratori is a womanizer through and through. Yet, I love him more than anything in the world. Therefore, it isn't surprising that everyone expects me to cry and crawl back to him when I threaten a divorce after he brings home his mistress. When Alessio signs the divorce papers without so much as flinching, he lets out a mocking laugh. "So, what is it you want this time? Cash? That beach house?" Neither. This time, I move to a new city, change my name, and start a brand-new life. Three years later, I see him again at a club. With a champagne flute in hand, I calmly nod at him in acknowledgment. He's caught off guard for a second. Eventually,

“I choose you. Not because you saved me. Because you let me save myself. Because you love me on the bad days and the good ones. Because home is wherever you are.” He swallowed. “Sarah,” he said. “I choose you. I choose your ambition and your anxiety and your terrible lasagna. I choose the CEO and the girl who grows dead tomatoes. I choose all of it. For all of it.” We said I do. The officiant smiled. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” He did. Slow. Like a promise. Everyone started cheering. *That night.* We didn’t go to a hotel.