One Husband Is Enough Novel Novels & Stories

"Did you hear? That mansion's owner dismembered his wife, then locked himself in his bedroom and set himself on fire." "His wife? I heard it was the mistress." "It doesn't matter. He's a total psycho, better off dead…" I turned and met Samuel's worried gaze. I gave him a small smile and turned my hand over until our fingers laced. The shadows of the past were gone. What didn't matter could no longer reach me. All that lay ahead was a bright future.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

Brian paused for a moment before continuing, "You need to take care of yourself too. It's just one man. There are plenty more out there. You can always replace him if things don't work out." I was a bit surprised by his words, but he did make a good point. Over the past few years of our marriage, I had devoted myself entirely to Anthony, even planning to get in shape to have a child with him. After we got married, he kept using work as an excuse whenever I brought up having a baby. At first, I thought he was indeed busy. It wasn't until I walked into his office and found him kissing Yunice that I realized that he didn't want to start a family with me.

The Café was extremely busy for the next few days. Katherine barely had time to even call Aiden. They would talk in the afternoons on their lunch breaks, but that wasn't enough. They'd only made love once since they came back from the cabin, and it was a quickie while Aiden drove her from work. It was thrilling and unlike anything Kat's ever done. She knew Aiden was spontaneous, and wanted to be kept on his toes. He was nothing like Nile. Her late husband was a bit mundane, and not that she noticed it before, but after she met Aiden she realized her marriage was boring.

After my brother, Don Matteo Sabella, finds out I have a crush on our family Consigliere, Lorenzo Gallo, for years, he spikes Lorenzo's wine and has him delivered to my bed. That night, he pushes deep into me, and we lose ourselves in each other. When the sky begins to lighten, Lorenzo stays, kisses my temple, and asks me to marry him. Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

My husband always had a low sex drive, so we hadn’t slept together once in our three years of marriage. But tonight, after he rejected me yet again, rows of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [I’m dying. This supporting female character actually thinks the male lead has no interest in sex when he simply doesn’t want to touch her.] [Isn’t this great? He’s saving himself for the female lead. Once he meets her next month, he’ll lock her up and force her to love him!] [After kicking the supporting female character out, the male lead will bring the female lead home. She won’t be allowed to leave for seven whole days!] I stared at the man sleeping with his back to me and laughed despite my

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.