Novel & Cerita Novel My Husband

I wanted to fix what I had ignored for too long. But when she woke up, she didn't remember him. She didn't remember anything. And when she looked at me, calling me her husband... I lied. I lied because I couldn't lose her again. I didn't know what I was thinking when I said yes. The word left my mouth before I could stop it, and just like that, I became her husband—a role that wasn't mine to take. I even gave her a different name, Emma, to keep the truth buried deeper.

my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband. That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband. I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.

“I have to go. “ I declare “I will see you later. “ I head to the office where the new partner is waiting for me. Dominic goes to his father. We finish a few hours later, and we have dinner with the business partners. I make sure I sit as far away as possible from Dominic and it almost looks like we don’t even talk to each other. When the dinner ends, my driver takes me to the manor. I go into the house. Most of the servants have already gone to sleep so I am met only by the butler. “Good evening, Madam, “ he greets, “How was the trip? “ “Good, thank you. Is my husband here by any chance? “ “Certainly, “ He tips his head politely, “Would you like me to announce you are here, or ...” “Oh, no

He came out while I was in the bathroom, I was also in the bathroom for about half an hour. "Hey, how are you?" he asked. I can still see in his eyes that he wants to settle with me but I don't know how. He's a Mafia Lord but he is my husband. In God's eyes we are both married, we promised to love each other even though Javier and I both know that is not true at all. I looked away when I remembered what happened between the two of us in Hong Kong, the nights we shared a bed. So I'm even more confused about what I'm doing and what I really felt.

Blurb: My husband of two years tells me he wants an open marriage. I'm stunned. I'm hurt. And I'm livid. I don't want to be married to a man that wants to open our bed to other people. But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out. My husband is in the game, so one look at the skull ring on this gentleman's left hand tells me exactly who he is. The Skull King.

There was nothing new today except her story, and if I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with it. I clicked on it, expecting a photo dump of her free time, but all I got was a flyer for a gala she was attending. I had clicked on the next story, not caring much about it, but something overly familiar caught my eye, and I was tapping back. I had to be wrong; it couldn’t be… But it was, just as I had suspected. They were having a medical gala for gynecologists, and guess who was a fucking host? My husband. The man I was fucking married to, the one that had just made promises to me some days ago.

"I ask, what were you doing in a club when you should be with your husband?" "Husband? Me?" I laughed uncontrollably. "I am not sure if I have a husband anymore." I muttered, My mouth suddenly went dry. "I am not recognized in my home anymore. No, he didn't hit me but if it was that, maybe it would have been better." The bed dipped enough for me to notice he sat beside me. My knees buckled as I drew them close to my chest. "I have become a stranger in my own home. My husband doesn't value me anymore. He spends his time with a woman outside. My son hates me, he sees the other woman as his mommy." I explained.

“How dare you say that? What if it wasn’t me? What if it was some other man? Would you have gone with him?” Lily blinked, startled. His grip was strong, his words sharp, and for a moment, her dizzy head started to clear. The blur faded slowly, and his face, those familiar eyes, that clenched jaw, came into focus. Her lips parted slightly. He looked straight at her, his voice trembling with anger. “Look at me and tell me, how could you not recognize your own husband? How could you even talk like that?” “Husband?” she said softly, her tone colder now. “I don’t have a husband.”

There wasn’t a day that I missed being a good wife, learning to cook at home while starting my MBA program online. Life— my life that I’d never thought I would have was not perfect, but better. I was happier, fulfilled, and well-loved by an incredibly selfless and amazing husband and the people around me. And I would be willing to take risks to have this life forever with the man I was over the top crazy and madly loved. *** I found my husband in his office with a deep frown between his eyebrows, an elbow resting on the armchair, and two fingers pressed against his temple. He was reading something, probably a new business idea.

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d