Novel & Cerita One Husband Is Enough Novel

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

"Yeah, I'm tired too. Let us go to sleep." Kane helped me stand up and quickly walked ahead of me towards the second floor. He looked very tired as he climbed the stairs one by one to the second floor. As for me, I'm still standing here staring at the corners of the living room. Vella just came here. Vella has just entered into our married life. So what will happen to me and to Kane next? Will we stay together until death do us part? Or... will we each go our separate ways with the destiny that is laid out for us? Then what about the people who have supported our marriage? They would definitely be very disappointed by this unexpected reality. Ahh, it turns out that marriage is not easy and v

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

"So go ahead. Be a family of four. Just remember to bring him back and register the marriage for real this time." I didn't look back. I dragged my suitcase out the door. I found a small mountain inn and spent a few quiet days living exactly how I wanted.

My hands curled into fists, wanting to grab something, or even someone. My feet were already moving of their own accord, ready to put distance away from them. I tried my best; lord knew that I did, but there was something about this moment that had me all claws and teeth. I had never had issues with Izaak; he was one of the newest additions to the department and a very important one. He was pretty much chill, but right now, seeing him so close to my wife, all of his niceness dissolved. However, for my wife, I tried. Tried to be a perfect husband even though my hands remained possessively fixed on her waist.

“Okay, ma'am.” She nodded once, she opened the door and strode out, heading to their bedroom. As she entered, she intended to enjoy herself on the couch but changed her mind, she sauntered casually toward the bed. He was wearing trousers without a shirt or undershirt on. Charlene shook her head countlessly to stop herself from drooling over the sight of him. His flawless body sparkled under the spotlight above the bed. “You've been standing on that spot for three minutes, Charlene.”. He said knowingly, laying flat on his tummy while facing her. She composed herself, cleared her throat before walking closer. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were actually married, the same man in the maga

“We are husband and wife. There is no reason to occupy separate rooms.” “Once the riding crop arrives,” he thought. “I must test it tonight. That sheer muslin gown… with her fine figure, it’d be doubly enticing upon her. I want to see it on her.” My hands and feet went numb when I heard his thoughts, which were consumed by such intimate pursuits.

Zeus replied with a cold face “Alright defuse the bomb first” Hazel stared at her husband and tears fell from her eyes. She thought there would be a day to experience what she wrote in her novels but she was wrong. In her novels, the male lead would rather die than let another man have sex with his wife but here was her husband, offering her to another man. “Are you sure about this Zeus? Mark asked again but got no response still. Zack laughed and looked at Hazel crying “Oh beautiful, you don't have to cry. I told you earlier that your husband was busy fucking another lady while you were being kidnapped but you didn't listen to me”

The other woman, twenty-nine, had spent the last hour letting her foot rest against the first husband’s calf; her partner, thirty-four, had stopped pretending he wasn’t staring at the first woman’s mouth. The decision arrived without a formal speech. A longer look. A nod. The first husband leaned in and kissed his wife once, slow, then stood and offered his hand to the other woman. She took it. The second husband moved at the same time, settling onto the couch beside the first wife. The initial awkwardness lasted less than a minute. The moment each of them watched their own partner being touched by someone else, the last of the hesitation burned away.

The sex god before me, still naked as the day he was born, stood proudly with his hard dick glistening from our joined juices still on it, streaked in blood. Fucking hell, did he make me bleed last night? I definitely needed to see a doctor, didn't I? *For fuck's sake, is your dick ever not hard and why is it so damn gorgeous? It's massive and intimidating and shouldn't bloody turn me on, but here we are Derek," I yelled at him as he came towards me, forging on despite my trembling legs. "It's all yours. Just yours. I know quality when I see it. Monogamy will be a guarantee for the duration of our marriage," my husband confidently let me know, not missing a beat.