Shamier Little Husband Novels & Stories

He'd offer a quick, knowing smile, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards, and she'd quickly look away, her cheeks flushing. Her husband, when he called, was a distant voice, offering a polite inquiry about the weather and a vague promise to be home soon. His absence was a constant, a dull ache in the background of her life, a testament to the growing chasm between them. The house, once a sanctuary, now felt like a gilded cage, its silence amplifying her own loneliness. Liam's presence was a disruption, a welcome, dangerous one.

"Shah Mian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and her body went soft! Eva took this opportunity to directly press Mian to the ground, and a slap was about to fall on Mian's face. At this time, a sharp voice was heard, “What is happening here?” When Eva heard this, she lowered her hand and got up. Mian sat on the ground in embarrassment, and she raised her head to look at Nathan. Her husband had an extremely good-looking face, and his delicate facial features could attract anyone’s attention. But in Mian’s memory, Nathan almost never smiled.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

“ Dominic leaves his cup at the counter and comes to me. “Did you consider what we discussed, “ he asks, “About the wedding? “ “Yes. And I am sure. I want a small wedding. And I don’t want relatives especially not the press. “ He nods. “But we still have to tell them. “ Dominic reminds me and he is right. We didn’t exactly already get married when we were in the US, but we … kind of did. In one of those churches where you get married right away, you just need to join the list. The priest wasn’t dressed as Elvis, thank god, but the ceremony was quick and … we were married. But only on paper. No one from the family knows.

I dreaded seeing him naked. But my husband was indeed a hard-working man with several business outlets in the county of Kiambu. He was respected even in our locality in clubs, churches and social joints he used to go. People thought we were the perfect couple but I was sexually starved and my husband was doing nothing to make it work. Him being the provider made him think that is enough for me and our 2 children we had gotten together since we got married.

" I was so furious I nearly rolled my eyes. He wanted to know what donating sperm felt like? What kind of idiotic excuse was that? I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to deal with his stupidity right there and then. At that moment, all I wanted was peace and quiet. "I don't care what your reason was. Deal with this immediately and get them out of my sight." Ryan nodded and was just about to speak when the two women instantly put on pitiful expressions and began their performance. "Ryan, you can't send us away." Martha burst into tears. "We're just country girls. Our family's poor, and life hasn't been easy. "To come to the city, we even sold the dozen chickens we kept back home. Th

I smiled and squeezed his arms gently. "Mommy! Daddy!" Liam exclaimed, his little voice filled with excitement. Mitchell set him on his feet, and he toddled towards us, taking tiny, wobbly steps. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my little boy come towards me. "Mommy, you finally married Daddy!" he said, his face aglow with happiness. My husband scooped him up in his arms, and I wrapped my arms around them both, our foreheads touching, our hearts full.

Ivana said, but Sammy cut her off. “Me and you know very well that….that marriage was a sham. Where is your husband? How can he leave you to be alone when you are carrying his first child? I know everything, so don't even try to.....” he restrained as he swallowed hard. “You wouldn't be here if you truly valued your marriage or so-called husband.” Ivana stared at him without a word, her heart beating faster. She didn't know what was right or wrong to say at that time.

Jonathan began to wonder what it was all about that was making the little devil Stefani beg like this because it was such a sight. Mr. Hernandez sighed as he then looked at Stefani, then to clueless Jonathan who never showed it but deep inside was curious as hell, then deeply sighed again before speaking. "Have you been good to your husband? Did you treat him well the past weeks?" Mr. Hernandez asked Stefani. "He's not my husband yet, Dad! And I've been good the whole week! I don't escape anymore, I don't call him names anymore, and I even went to a morning run with him! I did all those things even if I hate him!" Stefani defensively countered.