My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

Did a man like that exist in real life? I tried to move and my sore clit rubbed against my thigh. It felt like I'd been fucked in real life. Tingles of pleasure raced through my veins, and I licked my dry lips. The best and worst part of this dream was, this was not the first or second time it was happening. My eyes trailed to the empty side of the queen-size bed. An ugly feeling trickled into my chest, briefly replacing the feeling of euphoria. It's been a week since I got married to the psychopathic, serial-killer, Mafia asshole. And this husband of mine had disappeared immediately after the wedding. Without a trace, or a word to me. After we recited vows that meant nothing to each other.

It's just that the right woman has not yet appeared in my vision of sight, which I'm sincerely glad since I still want to spend my bachelor life to the fullest. "Hey man, how was your date last night?" That's Mike, my friend and his family and my family have been business partners for a long time. Well, if only Mike was a woman, maybe our parents would have already arranged for us to marry. But luckily he's a man and he is an only child.

“I already feel unable to stand my phobia. Seeing you dance like that makes me nervous and maybe after this my allergies will flare up soon. Quickly find the wild women over there, and bring them here. I want to finish this therapy as soon as possible.” "OK. Wait here and don't go anywhere!” I said angrily as I walked away from in front of him. Arghh, that sucks. Now I feel like I'm the underling of a pimp who wants to find prey for her master. What a strange man. I feel that day by day, my married life is getting weirder. The two of us have nothing in common, and are quite the opposite. This marriage is very far from my expectations. If my mother had not chosen a husband like Kane for me, t

I would not want my ex-best friend's husband to be the father of my child. Having a child to deal with my chaotic life would be my worst mistake.

Chapter One The first thought that hit me after my phone went missing during my vacation was returning home to my husband, Luke, and surprising him. We hardly talk, he was always complaining of being busy , so I thought this would be the best way to surprise him. I hadn't told him I was returning early, so I thought I'd just go and catch him off guard, show up unannounced, just to see the look on his face.

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

“My ex-husband was a terrible person. He always lied to me, so I instinctively thought he might be playing tricks on me again. You really do resemble him a lot. I do apologize again.” The man smiled. “It seems he was really a terrible person, to the point where Ms. Hickey has such a big reaction.”

“Thanks, but it’s okay. I’m not really hungry.” “You know, I came by earlier because I wanted to ask you if you’d like to watch this new comedy film showing at the local cinema… Imagine how shocked I was when I came in here and found someone harassing you.” I actually chuckled. “Surprise, surprise. My ex-husband managed to ruin my day again, even though I’m supposed to be miles away from our old home.” “Hey, it was bound to happen, Sophia. But it could be over now. We may never hear from them again.”

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous, and nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper. He had a cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that other men envied. There had been nights when she had lain alone in her bed with her hand moving beneath the sheets, imagining him in that very chair, commanding her to climb into his lap and take exactly what he gave her. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore.

“Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.” “You can’t do that,” I say. “Do what?” “Make me sound insane.” She snorts. “Then maybe stop saying insane things. Because what else would put that idea in your head?” “I’m losing focus in my marriage,” I snap. “I need to stay focused.” “You’re angry,” she says evenly. “And you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not your husband. I’m not your lover.” The words land hard. I swallow. “I’m sorry.”