Nanxi Liu Husband Novels & Stories

"Yeah, my aunt didn't allow Laura to have friends. But she's doing great, she married a handsome visual artist and musician. They work together; he has an art gallery, a music studio, and a photography studio. Laura became a highly sought-after and acclaimed photographer." "Wow! Laura fulfilled her dream. I'm so happy for her, and I'd love to see her." "I think she'd like to see you too." "And what about you? Did you get married too?" "Yes," she lowered her gaze and then looked at him with a smile. "But we're divorced. I have a son with him; he's the only thing that ties us together now." "I'm sorry," he patted her shoulder. "It's okay. It was for the best for both of us, we just weren't rea

Yes, that's Nathan's father's name—Candra Mahardika. "How long have you been in a relationship?" Candra's voice came back after being reminded by his wife. This time it sounded softer, although it still had a strong sarcastic impression. Lian thinks, Maybe that's how Mr. Candra talks, so there shouldn't be anything for Lian to be afraid of. “In the past year, Dad, We've been in a relationship for the past year," Nathan answered just when Lian was about to open his mouth. "I didn't ask you, Nathan. I asked Liana. Your lover still has a mouth to speak for herself, right?”

______________ Li's Mansion Today Madam fang came to discuss the marriage in the early morning. In the living room sat three people. A couple and one woman. They all in their mid 40th. These people were Mr. and Mrs. Li and Madam Fang. Mr. Li, Li Wen ting is a cold-outside but warm-inside person. A complete tsundere. He and Mr. Fang Lui Wei were swornbrothers. And his beautiful wife and Madam Fang's best friends, Mrs. Li, Li Shao nan. "Brother Li, Shaonan, today I come here to discuss our child's marriage." Said Madam Fang.

Ready to leave me behind like old luggage. And me? I was stuck with the ugly truth — that after all these years, I'd lived my life as a punchline. Lied to. Played. We shared a roof, a bed, a life. I should've seen it. He never loved me. Not long after we got married, Sebastian moved into a separate room. Said his job was exhausting, that he needed proper rest. I bought it. He was barely home anyway. And when he was, he'd ask about his son, then shut himself away. Door closed. Conversation over.

Stacy had sought solace and understanding in Rita's company, hoping to find some clarity amidst the confusion that clouded her mind. "Nathan is slowly drifting apart from me, Rita," Stacy began, her voice laced with frustration and sadness. "He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore."

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

Rose shoved Liana toward the kitchen. Without a word, Liana moved toward the stove, her hands moving almost automatically as she prepared the meal. The sizzling of eggs in the pan filled the otherwise silent kitchen, but inside her, there was nothing but a whirl of discontent and pain. Liana Hallox is the wife of Nash Hallox, the richest and most powerful man in the country. From the outside, people envied her life, assuming she lived in luxury and bliss, but the truth was far from it. Inside the walls of this mansion, she was invisible.

said Don Manuelo Altamirano—the hotel magnate and father of my husband. Husband. The word made me chuckle in my head. Why does it sound so empty? I looked at Niu beside me, his arm resting on my shoulder. I must admit, he was very good-looking. With his background and achievements, I’m sure hundreds of women would throw themselves at his feet and worship him. Should I consider myself lucky? “Dad, it’s too early to talk about pregnancy and babies. Claire and I just got married—she might run away after the reception,” Niu joked as he wrapped his arm tighter around my waist. I frowned slightly at his action.

She wasn’t used to seeing her husband in such a light state. — What is it? she asked, feigning an interest she didn’t entirely feel. — Nathan, my twin brother, is finally coming back! His enthusiasm was palpable. It was as if he was becoming a teenager again just by saying that name. — He returned after spending years traveling abroad. I haven’t seen him in a while, and he has changed a lot. Léa squinted, trying to gather her memories. Nathan. That name floated in her mind like an old, blurry photo, never really seen. She knew he was Thomas's twin, but their paths had never crossed.

Isiah froze, his eyes bulging as he ground his teeth. "Just because I can't perform, you want a divorce? Floria, have you lost your mind?" Ignoring the doubt in his stare, I nodded casually and swept all the medicine from the table into the trash bin. "I'm doing just fine. I just don't want to play widow at my age." I shrugged. "What's the issue? Didn't you receive the divorce agreement?" His expression hardened, humiliation fueling his rage. "You want a divorce? On what grounds?"