My Stranger Husband Full Episode Novels & Stories

"Dear??? Get the fuck away from my wife!" He lunged across to hit the guy, but the second masked guy was faster, slamming him back down like he weighed nothing. The guy slammed on top of him, his chest to the husband's back. "Stay still, hubby," the guy growled, rubbing his denim-covered cock on the husband's fleshy ass. I sat there, mouth dry, cock thickening in my shorts. This was what my supposed innocent, sweet wife watched? The same woman who still covered her eyes when I ate her cunt out. Had she always wanted to be fucked by masked strangers?

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

I froze at the sight in front of me. My husband was in his office chair, a blonde straddled him, both with no shirts on. In that moment, my heart felt like someone put a knife into it, pushed it deep and twisted it. My world shattered, and a deep whimper escaped from my lips. “H-H-Henry.” I sobbed. Whoever the woman was jumped, not expecting his wife to walk in. Does she know he is a married man? The stranger turned her head. She wasn’t a stranger after all. The woman straddling my husband is none other than my best friend of twenty years!

I let out a sigh of relief seeing the menace walk away, but I wondered what he had to tell me. I walked back to check up on Anna, and I stayed with her for the rest of the day, and only left when I got a call from my uncle to come back home that something urgent came up. “What's going on, uncle?” I asked, as I took a seat in his study room, while taking the face of the unfamiliar man sitting opposite him. “Yes, I think we need to re-strategize,” he says, and I wondered what he was up to yet again. “Re-strategize? Is anything the problem?” It asked glancing at the man beside me, and I pondered if he had something to do with that.

the stranger asked in a threatening tone. “I am the current occupant of this house. Who are you and why did you enter without permission?” Aaron also asked in a voice ready for any kind of argument. “I am looking for Annie. I heard she was back in Twin-Rivers,” the big man said before he folds his arms. “What do you want from my wife?” Aaron stood his ground. “I am not going to tell you.” “Then there is the door. I want you to leave.” Aaron said pointedly. “I can see you are a city boy. You have no manners. Tell Annie the town has a meeting at one o’clock. Since she has accepted the key, it is mandatory that she attend,” the stranger turned and left the house.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

When the call ended, I stood frozen for a long time, phone still in my hand, before finally forcing myself to get dressed. By the time I got to the café, every face looked suspicious. Every stranger felt like a threat. I stood near the entrance scanning the room, trying to figure out who had been watching me, who had turned the most vulnerable night of my life into leverage. Then I heard my name. “Elara.” Bryan. I turned and found him already walking toward me, polished and controlled, like the perfect husband from someone else’s story. “Your mother wants you to come home,” he said smoothly. “Come with me.”

She tried to push past the crowd, eager to escape, but they closed in around her, relentless. "Then who is your husband, and why did our source see you hugging him yesterday?" Another question came, sharp and insistent, and Aria felt her patience slipping. She didn’t know how to answer—they were relentless. "I'm her husband!" A voice cut through the chaos, drawing the attention of every reporter in an instant. Aria’s heart skipped a beat. Her gaze shot to the source of the voice, and there he was—standing tall, a confident smile playing on his lips. Lucien.

“I heard your little conversation. I didn't mean to, I mean I was here first but I did hear it. And I know that you hate Xaden.” “Last chance before I leave your deadbody for that fucker to find…” the stranger hissed at me, taking on angered step forward. I moved back immediately, sucking in a breath. “I'm his ex wife…” I blurted out. His expression morphed into shock for a brief second. “Look, you and I seem to have a common goal here. Xaden and I were married before he found her. I want my husband and it seems you want her too…” I hinted the last bit with a smile and I watched the man relax, his stance returning back to normal.

I said trying to keep my voice steady "I wanted to stay here" "you wanted to stay here?" he said, his words slow and deliberate y yes isn't this marriage your idea in the first place? yes b but... and aren't husband and wife supposed to sleep in the same bed as a married couple? he said cutting me off I I know but.... but what scarlet "but nothing" I said looking away shit.... where was my conviction a few minutes ago.... silence...... I look up to see him staring at me his face unreadable