Obsessed With My Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When we walked a little more, he started to speak. I wanted to cover my ears with my hands. “You are caged here. I never see you with a phone. Do you even have one? When was the last time you talked to your sister?” He paused, staring at the ink on my neck, he glanced up and continued, “Your husband doesn’t love you. He has an unhealthy obsession with you.” My eyes were wild as I stared at him. he was right. I was caged.

And I felt my cock stir again—right in front of my wife. God help me. This was no longer just a mistake. It was an obsession. And it was far from over.

“If I say I want to stop my husband’s obsession with that woman, can you accept that? After that, I’ll bury both of them together.” Gaby found her smile again. “Dealing with your husband must be exhausting. You’ve been amazing to stick around, Miss Charlene.” “What is it? Are you mocking me because my husband is obsessed with another woman who’s clearly uglier than me?” “Of course not. You have my respect. Because if it were me, I’d keep her by my side as long as possible, watching her suffer until she dies or I do.” Charlene burst into laughter again. “Turns out you’re pretty funny too, Miss Gaby. Now, can we talk business?”

How can I keep up with what he wants, so he doesn't have to look for someone else? Just like now, it never came home again. Our house is big, complete with everything, but I am often alone here. I feel trapped in a dark place; joyless, colorless, and lifeless. Zedrick and I have been like this for two years, since we got married, everything has gradually changed. My husband is rich and has his own business. Everyone admires it and even though they know that he is married, many people are still crazy about my husband. I know all that. Because of the whole year we were together, I did nothing but compare myself to my wife's becoming women. I like stalking on the internet, so I know that the wo

“So?Why do i have to go out for that?I am your husband.I can see your body anytime i want .”Nash says feeling a weird possessiveness filling his heart . Liana’s cheeks turn red and her shy eyes look away from him as she looks down . The slight tremble of her lips tell him clearly that she is shy and nervous . It’s completely different from her usual boring self when she forces smiles and do what she is told like a robot . Cute ,Nash thinks

"Okay Okay. Don't be mad. Let her go. Don't spoil your mood baby. Come here." He hugged me and calm me down and I was finally okay. We came back in the restaurant and we sat down and he ordered my favorite food and was holding my hand. "Tell me , What's going on. I mean your husband didn't seem to care about our date?? Why?? Is he okay?? I mean Only a person with a defective system would let such a beautiful sexy wife go away." I knew what he was referring. "Shut up. There's nothing like that."

"I told her she'd be waiting forever because my husband won't leave me. He wants to be the only one to kiss me, touch me, suck me, eat me, fuck me, and wear me out. Even if everything sags on my body, no one can touch me except him. Remember, I'm his now, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. That's how obsessed he is with me." I wanted to laugh. Midori, even my grandmother, would be fuming because they hoped we'd separate. Sorry to disappoint them, but as my wife said, I'm obsessed with her. "Good," was all I said. "Good?" "Very good! I like your answer." I changed my response, even giving a thumbs-up. She shook her head and was about to stand from my lap, but I stopped her again. "What no

"What are you doing? I'm her husband. Can't I come here for my wife?" the man hollered. Joey wanted to push him away, only to have him tighten his grip. "Let go of her. She's hurt! She needs to go to the hospital now!" yelled one of the people who came to welcome Joey. The man hugged Joey even tighter. Joey felt an overwhelming force crushing her chest. She almost couldn't breathe. The cameras from the paparazzi around her flashed incessantly. They were exhilarated—news of Joey's marital status would surely go viral on the internet.

I helped her set it up, after all. But now, there’s a problem. That ring on her finger. That *husband*. I thought their marriage would crumble under the weight of their dysfunction. I sent flowers, hoping to provoke him, to push him to hurt her. I wanted him to strike her, to give me the perfect opportunity to swoop in and save her. But he’s not like other men. He’s possessive, obsessive—almost as much as I am.

I felt like working in an office or something, wear a fucking suit but then I didn’t quite appreciate seeing this wife of mine. If I could even find a day and night job and not see her at all. She walked into the living room. “You’re home.” She cooed, hurrying up to me. “What happened to your face, honey?” Alora asked, cupping my cheek. “It’s nothing.” “This doesn’t look like nothing. You got into a fight? Who dare put their filthy hands on my husband?!” Even when she tried to be sweet, I still found her annoying. I didn’t even know why.