Novel My Husband Novels & Stories

He was the type of man I imagined as the male lead in the erotic books I read. I was sad that my husband was leaving, but I was also excited to stay with his dad. My earlier drama about feeling embarrassed? Yeah, that was just an act. Truthfully, I wanted to live under the same roof as him. At least I’d be safe—and near the man I fantasized about in my erotic dreams. He was one of the reasons I married my husband in the first place. Apollo prepared a delicious dinner for us. He was probably a better cook than I was. My husband talked about his work on the ship, and I let them have their father-son conversation.

Maya came up next and hugged me while saying she's sorry but also not sorry because turns out my husband is the perfect definition of hot and handsome. But I don't care, I don't think I can stand him, scratch that, I know I can't stand him. Maya is unaware of my plans to kill the husband and be free from his evil clutches, and I intend to keep it that way, no one needs to know of my plans. After a lot of tears later from both me and my mom, me and my so-called husband set to leave together. One amazing thing about this whole thing is that this guy right here seems so unfazed by everything going on.

"I should have known, from the way that you look at me, that you wanted me." He laughed. "I've always wanted you, and I was patients. I have been patient." My diamond engagement ring and marriage band sparkled on my finger. "It's high time you take that off." "What are you saying, I am married." "Your husband is late." "He's still alive." He laughed. "I don't like to be reminded of people like your husband or your lover. Whether he's alive or not, it's not my business. Now, take it off or I'll do that by myself."

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

I didn't care. “You're being stupid,” I whispered to myself. I reminded myself that Elijah Roosevelt was a patient. He was the enemy. He was the rival of my husband. My body didn't care about any of that. My body remembered the way his breathing changed when I gave him a shot. My body remembered how his muscles shook. My body remembered the heat that spread through my stomach when I saw how hard he was. I hadn't felt that heat in two years. Two years of Delson touching me like I was just a hole he could fuck. Two years of lying and thinking about work while my husband had sex with me. Two years of… nothing.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, he looked polished, handsome, and full of life. I stared at his face—every familiar line, every angle I knew by heart—and a chill swept through my whole body. It was him. Nathan. My husband. A laugh escaped me, then another. I laughed at myself, at him, at the absurdity of a world where something like this could be real. He could don the mask of a struggling husband for his ailing daughter and me, only to shed it for extravagant feasts and opulent hotels with someone else. Did he not see that a single night's extravagance could have eased his own daughter's pain?

The man continued. “That sounds interesting” My husband said. “By the way, what is your current profession?” He asked me. “Oh she doesn’t work now I always ask her to start doing something but she says we are recently married and she hasn’t quite settled in yet” My husband lied after literally locking me inside the house for all these while I looked around as I was bored of hearing men discussion and perhaps deciding my future. That’s when I saw him, the guy who crashed into me this morning walking in through the door.

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih Me: No way! My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...

52. Husband > ‘I push my jeans down, removing my shirt. My cock weighs heavily between legs, the ache deep in my balls. The desire I feel for her, the all-consuming want...’ Right now, I am sitting comfortably in my bed, waiting for M and reading a book. A dirty little book… I glance at the clock and sigh. “Even girls don’t take this long. How much longer? We are getting late.” I want to introduce my dear husband to everyone during breakfast. I would especially love to shove him in Caleb and Mary’s face.

I bet my face is red. Damn, why have I been nervous around my husband lately? He brings different vibes than the usually ′gentle family man′ vibes, more like ′dominating'. Does it sin if I cheat with this new version of Dominic? The last time I felt him so dominant was when we were still dating. After marriage, he never looked so dominating like this anymore, I swear. He is usually just like another gentle husband out there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧