Novel My Husband Novels & Stories

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

◆Khushi's P.O.V.◆ One fine morning, I woke up in a beautiful, enormous mansion, only to find out that I was already married and had lost a small part of my memories that were my husband's. The man who was wearing a white, plain shirt and trousers and looked extremely handsome yet appeared quite perverted was my husband. I couldn't just swallow the fact. How could I possibly love anyone other than "Akash Malhotra," my one and only love?

We both sliced the cake, and he put a piece of cake in front of me. "Open your mouth," he commanded. I know he saw my face blushing and I can't do anything to hide it from him. I did what he told me and eat the piece of cake in the fork he was holding. My mind wanted to know if I'm inside a novel. Everything good happened to me right now are too good. This is heaven for me. The most powerful and handsome man I've ever meet is my husband now.

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, I put on a sharp business suit and, for the first time in a long while, did a full face of makeup. My confidence returned, and I looked every bit the woman I used to be. Nicholas drove steadily toward Harper Group's headquarters downtown. I closed my eyes to rest, but my mind refused to settle. Ryan and I had been college classmates. He was handsome, ambitious, and incredibly attentive to me. Back then, I believed I had found true love. Against my father's wishes, I married him anyway.

But there was someone else standing behind them. A man whose face had been carefully torn from the photograph. The older man lowered it slowly. “That’s where this story truly begins.” Damien’s expression darkened. “No.” The older man’s eyes never left Elena. “Your husband didn’t destroy your marriage.” He paused. “He inherited a war.” The sentence lingered in the room like a storm cloud. Elena searched each of their faces, hoping one of them would tell her it was an exaggeration. No one did. “What kind of war?” she whispered.

My husband is not, as I've believed for the past two years, a corporate consultant who travels frequently for boring meetings in boring cities. My husband is a killer. I should be terrified. I should be calling the police, packing a bag, running as far and as fast as I can from the man I've been sleeping next to every night without knowing what he really is. But I'm not terrified. I'm not running. I'm aroused.

“Word on the street is that her husband got killed in France, shot in the head by the opposition, and now she’s back in Algreen Cove to scrap up whatever left over pieces she could find still crawling about in her husband’s estate, word is everything has been seized by the government and she’s poor now” “Oh that’s ugly” I chirped in, I was a delightful gossip but the only thing stopping me from gearing into my full potential was the crowd in my head. Where is my husband? I couldn’t breathe, I needed him right by my side to stop the chaos that was brewing in my head.

I am not going to let him mock my husband the way he did back in high school, things are way different now. "And I am for 10 years now and we have one amazing baby girl," I said with my head up high, not in a dramatic way though. "He's one lucky dude." He winked at me. I opened up my novel again pretending to read, I can't just concentrate knowing his just seated there. "So trouble in paradise?" I turned on hearing his words. "Excuse me?" "All the times seen you, you have been alone. So where your husband at?" He took a glass of wine from the waitress that's passing by.

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

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