One Husband Is Enough Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm Austin, your Austin—your husband." "Oh yes, you were my husband who was a loser, but not anymore!" Elena nodded her head, and her words stabbed straight into his heart, breaking him down. "I am not interested in you anymore!" "I am done living with you!" "I am tired of staying in this small apartment while living as a middle-class fool. " She shouted while shrugging her shoulders and stepping back. "What's wrong with you, Elena?" "Our house may be small, and we may be living a middle-class life, but we both love each other very much."

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

Episode 1 My husband is the best man any woman will love to have. He's a fair, tall and handsome man. Faithful, loving, caring and understanding. Albeit, our wedding night was awkward. I laid on the bed waiting for him to join me ‘cause I promised to satisfy him to the fullest.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

From there, I clicked into the recommended articles to see a rundown of Angela's love life. Her new husband was listed as the vice president at a publicly traded company. According to the article, he'd gifted her a yacht worth over a million dollars. In the photos, the vice president didn't look that bad with all that money to polish his appearance. The only issue was that his balding head was hard to miss. I supposed that if a 50-year-old man had enough money, then his flaws wouldn't seem so important. In the wedding photos, Angela's smile didn't even look half as natural as when she was posing on the yacht.

“Give that man the respect he deserves. It’s easy to break the law, but it’s not easy to build the billion-dollar empire he’s started entirely on his own. That takes guts. That takes brains. And it takes big balls too.” “You’re seriously going to hold out on me?” Esme asked as she sat across from me. “Come on, that gorgeous man took you to pound town, and you ain’t gonna share the details?” Her third glass of wine sat in front of her, and she pried more than usual because her blood alcohol level had spiked. “We had sex. That’s it.” “You’ve told me some personal stuff about your lovers over the last two years. And then with this guy—” “This guy is my husband now. It feels weird to share intim

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

“That has to be some kind of record.” Marco sighed heavily. “Thank you. Finally, someone understands my suffering.” “You're both ridiculous,” Elena replied before wrapping both arms around her husband's waist and resting her cheek against his shoulder. “Besides, married life feels the same.” “That's because it's been twelve hours,” I pointed out. “No,” Marco corrected. “She's already become more demanding.” “I have not.” “You made me carry every suitcase.” “You're the husband.” “You weighed the responsibilities by kilograms?” “Yes.” Marco looked at Liam. “Do you hear this?”