One Husband Is Enough Spoilers Novels & Stories

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.

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

“Your girlfriend is over there.” Wait. What? So I slept with the boyfriend of one of Sebastian’s mistresses? Was that why Sebastian looked so smug before—like he thought he’d gotten one over on him? So Julian and I were… what, collateral damage? This was insane. Julian shrugged. “I’m single.” I let out a quiet breath—and rolled my eyes. Wow. That could’ve turned into a full-blown moral disaster. Then again… Ellery slept with my husband. So technically, even if that had been the case…

Talia had been married long enough to know when to stop expecting surprises. Dinners were predictable. Sex had settled into a rhythm of obligation and soft sighs. Conversations were mostly calendar updates and reminders to refill prescriptions or confirm travel plans. Her husband, Richard, was a good man, loyal and hard-working, but boring in the worst way. He was the kind of man who said “I love you” without looking up from his phone and kissed her forehead more often than her lips. She had convinced herself that contentment was enough. That she didn’t need fire anymore. Until Cameron walked through the front door.

"Anna is currently lying in a coma in the hospital because of an accident two days ago and I can't wait for her to wake up, because the time given by my parents is only three days. I love Anna very much, that's why I want to marry you so that you can temporarily replace Anna until she wakes up from her coma. After that, we will get divorced and then I will marry Anna. You can rest assured that as long as you are my wife, I will fulfill all the needs of you and your family. It's not bad for your poor lives." "Just so you know, even though we are poor people, we have never taken advantage of others like you are doing to me right now." "Whatever you want to say, I don't care, the most important

Destiny POV The portrait of my husband and me hanging on the wall of our apartment smiled at me, but in that moment, it felt like it was mocking me. Ronan Foley, my husband of five years, had just called to tell me to pack my bags and leave—that it was all over. The phone slipped slowly from my hand as I stood frozen in shock, unable to process what was happening.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

"Before I left, she said if she could see you one more time, she'd die with no regrets." Janet probably did say that. And right now, she probably really wanted to die. The man she'd loved her whole life was already gone. A week earlier, an old coworker from the factory told me Connor was dead. His "wife" divorced him, so his kid cut him off. One bad fall down the stairs. That was it. No one even knew he was gone until his body was found days later. After all those years tangled together, that's how it ended.

I jerk my head away, the smell of his expensive cologne making my stomach do a somersault. "Stop it. You can't keep doing this. You can't keep pretending that any of this is normal. We aren't a happy couple on a getaway. You’re a felon and I’m your prisoner." He looks at me with a pained kind of confusion, as if I’m the one being difficult. "What’s abnormal about a husband offering his wife a drink? About a man wanting to dance with his wife and enjoy a quiet evening? You always wanted my time, didn't you?"