Novel Husband Novels & Stories

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

“What did you go in there to do? Did you go there to fuck someone? Who was it? Who did you go there to see?” Nova rolled her eyes, her expression one of pure pity. She pushed his chest, creating space between them. “Last I checked, Aaron, we were in an open marriage. You made that very clear. So why the hell are you suddenly concerned about what I do with my body?” “Because I am your fucking husband!” he roared, his voice echoing in the hallway. Nova didn’t shrink away. Instead, she let out a soft, mocking laugh that cut deeper than any insult.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

He is looking like an alpha wolf who is protecting his Luna from an evil creature, and damn, she is falling for him every second—he is not only handsome and sexy but also a mature husband. The maids who are just fired are just looking at each other while regretting their gossip about Jenny. Today, he literally told everyone in the house that Jenny was the queen of them and did not mess with her. • • • The rest of the time passed into thin air. Leo came to the house to discuss office work. On the other hand, Jenny is smiling like an idiot, and she is lying on her stomach on the bed while spinning her legs left and right. The smile is not taken off her lips, and the scene appears in front of h

I should have stopped him long ago. My husband had never brought another woman into our home. Never! Even when he forgot one of his phones while offshore, not a single call from a lady had come through. But this man, Solomon, wasn't even a family member to my husband, yet he was far too close. His presence in our lives was beginning to feel like an intrusion. I didn’t even realise when I clenched my fists. Anger churned within me. All these thoughts raced through my mind in mere seconds as my husband and I stood, waiting for Solomon to speak. Or was it just me waiting? My husband knew about this. He had always known. That look in his eyes this morning, when I had tried to draw him out with m

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

- I again gulped my saliva . I hope he won't embarrass me infront of the whole class . I turned to see that my friends were worried too . Whatever .I took it over myself . Even if he is my husband I don't want him to treat me differently .I would appreciate it if he seperate our personal and professional life differently . I grabbed my textbook and slowly walked towards him squeezing the poor book in my hands . " So you finished reading right "- I nodded slowly, not meeting his eyes . " Tell me what did you read .?"- He asked .His voice is slow and soft .