The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

Being this close to Mars’ overwhelming aura makes me want to beg him to take me. But I’m not desperate. So why would I? As soon as the elevator doors open, there they are. Tiffany and her much older husband. “There you are! My husband was just saying that your husband seems familiar,” Tiffany says, and I arch a brow, turning to look up at my husband. But his eyes are…dead cold. And they are fixed on the other man.

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

“It’s still not the way I’d like to spend my evening.” “Well, that’s too bad.” He looked at his newspaper again. “You will be on my arm, you will kiss my neck, and you will show those fools I’m the only man who can have you. You’re part of my image—and you will do your job.” 23 Balto I t’d been almost a week. No contact from Cassini. Maybe she’d meant what she said, that we couldn’t keep fucking around anymore. Maybe she really had the strength to quit me cold turkey and deal with being suffocated by her worthless husband.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

Colette inhaled deeply, as if bracing herself. “Why are you living with him… instead of your husband?” My brows furrowed. “Because he is my husband.” Colette’s mouth fell open. “No, Ms. Eloise. He’s not.” Her words hit me like a slap. My body went cold. “What are you talking about?” “Your real husband is Mr. Sebastian Whitmore.” That name. The moment I heard it, the room seemed to tilt. My knees went weak. Sebastian Whitmore.

Choe echoed my words. “Okay, I trust you. Thank you. So, to be honest, my marriage is in trouble. Everyone thinks I have a perfect marriage and family. In reality, it’s not like that. Some time ago, I received a mysterious letter asking me to spy on my wife, and luckily, I trusted the letter. The letters kept coming, and I also spied on my wife several times. The result is that she’s cheating, but the way she covers it up is so neat and unbelievable. Something I never would have thought of as a man. It turns out the person who sent the letters to us is a woman who is the wife of the man my wife is cheating with. Tomorrow, my wife is going on a trip with two men. One of them is her lover. Act

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

"Yes. No touching. No surprises. And when this year is over, we walk away, no questions asked." Damian took a slow sip of his whiskey, watching her over the rim of the glass. "Agreed... on one condition," he said finally, setting the glass down. She narrowed her eyes. "What?" He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "In public, we act like the perfect couple. Smiles, hand-holding, kisses if necessary. You play your role, and I’ll play mine. No one can know this marriage is fake." Aurora's stomach twisted. Kisses?

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.