Precious Cooper Husband Novels & Stories

he drawls, and I blink, not finding him the slightest bit attractive. I find myself appreciating my husband’s mouthwatering physique more and more. These kids do not even stand a chance. Wait…kids? Am I really that drunk? “Earlier, did you really turn down the dare because of your husband or because you were too shy?” He asks, stepping into my space. Okay, ewww… He reeks of sweat. I need to go. Whoa, everything is suddenly spinning. A hand steadies me from behind. Cooper. Yikes.

she lowered her head and said. Cooper felt that she said she wasn’t pretty because of how her hair was all shaven. Caressing her naked head, he smiled and said to her, “You are very pretty.” Her head was lowered, so he lifted her chin in the palm of his hand. Holding her gaze, he said to her once again, “The prettiest and strongest woman I’ve ever known.” Cooper’s palm was soon wet with her tears. “You are saying this because you want me to get better. Once I get better, you will leave. You will get married.”

he said sadly “But come to think of it,” he brightened up. “she's way more than that. Our baby is awesome and unique,” he added and Andaline who was already shedding tears managed a little smile “Yes, she is. She's the best thing that ever happened to us,” she concurred and wiped the corner of her eyes with her left thumb Cooper hugged her, “We just have to make sure it stays hidden forever,” he said and caress her hair “But the doctor said…” her husband shushed her

"This is Mr. Damien Cooper, CEO of Crestford Group, and Ms. Sylvia Carter's husband. If you need anything while you're eating, please let me know. We'll do our best to ensure that Mrs. Cooper's classmates feel at home." The crowd exchanged glances. Some people looked excited, while the ones who had teased me turned pale. A few women close to me couldn't help but speak up. "Sylvia, is your husband really Damien Cooper, the wealthiest man in Abgate City?" "Do you even need to ask? The manager called her 'Mrs. Cooper', and the boy called her 'Mom'. She's obviously Damien's elusive wife that no one has ever seen." "Wow, she's the real deal."

Mr Cooper led me outside when the doctor advised us to for her to rest. "So... Are you the father?" I asked without thinking because I was curious. "Uhm... Yes" he replied after a while. "What of Mrs Cooper? Does she know?" "Not yet." He seemed sad or remorseful and that was maybe because he had cheated on his wife. I wonder how they met. "How did you guys meet? She never brought you home, so..." "We met long ago" I was even surprised that he was telling me all this, but I guess he wanted to let it off his chest even though I wasn't sure it would help much. He still had to tell his wife and act responsibly to Mrs Carter and her baby.

To him, I was nothing more than part of their sick game. Broken, suffocated, and furious, I asked, “Do you love me, Kenny?” But honestly, it no longer matters. “You know I love you, Mara. More than anything,” he replied desperately. “You love me enough to share me with your brother?” I asked, tears streaming down my face. Our love wasn’t real, let alone our marriage. I had been married to him while unknowingly entangled with another man, with his full knowledge. I heard him exhale shakily as he sat down on the bed.

I say to him in a nonchalant tone, with my eyes on him. Taking a sip from his water, Thane cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “ I..” That was all he got out. It appears that my dear husband has forgotten how to speak. The brunette couldn't wait to introduce herself, putting her hand out. “ Hi, I'm Jasmine Cooper, his fiancée.” Eyes still on my lovely husband, Thane, “ I’m Soraya Reed, his wife.”

It was the first time in twenty years of marriage that he had stepped into this kitchen for me. However, when he pulled open the massive Sub-Zero refrigerator, he froze. It was empty. Emptier than his heart. For years, the fridge door had been covered in my handwriting—weekly meal plans, nutritional breakdowns, reminders for him to drink less scotch and eat more greens. Now, there were only ugly, sticky residue marks where the tape had been ripped away. Just then, his phone rang. It was his personal assistant. "Mr. Sterling, we found a paper trail. Mrs. Sterling... er, Evelyn... she sold that compact car you gave her to a CarMax this morning."

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.