The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

Even though she did not grow up having them around she could still not feel any warmth coming from them or them treating her like a family and she knows that might be because they do not treat her as such. "He is not your husband but your sister's," my father's wife says and Hadley scoffed. "I don't see her coming to claim her husband and lest not forget I am the one married to him so he is my husband," Hadley said through gritted teeth and she glared at me. "We are not asking for too much just get us those files and you will be fine and don't forget we are in this together," Hadley's father says and Hadley creases her eyebrow not understanding.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Peter looking at the photo, "Bella, you are ignorant of the truth with which your existence is connected, but I don't know why it seems that you know something. You haven't told me what Weston told you that night, I hope you never find out the truth." A mansion in a deserted place which looked very useless from outside but was very magnificent from inside. Everything inside was with full modern touch. There was nothing different inside but there was a lot under that ground. There were underground cells where Weston kept people imprisoned. Weston was there at this time and Henry was also with him. Weston puts the bullet in his gun, "Henry, what's the news?" henery ," Boss, he is coming to New

he said and put his two hands on the bed, a guy in a black shirt shows up, "Boss, we confirm that Madam Marisa, get home safely," the guy said that making Harreld smile, "How about his husband?" he asked seriously, "According to a spy, inside the mansion, his husband didn't come home, since they get married," the guy said which made him irritated, "How about the spy in that bastard company?" He asks annoyed,

Her face was drained of all color like a corpse, and her lips were frozen purple. She stared at me. There was not a single wisp of warmth left in her. “Cold… cold…” The moment she spoke, a stream of deathly white frost spewed from her mouth straight into my face. The cold made me tremble, but suddenly, it all made sense. Without a word, I started unbuttoning my heavy, padded red cotton coat. I had kept this coat tucked away in a drawer for years. It was the last gift from my husband, who had been gone for more than a decade now. He had it stuffed thick with cotton, and it was warm enough to block out the harshest winters.

I ask. He steps toward me instead of answering. One step, then tell and three. My breath shallows despite myself. “I want to understand,” he says softly, eyes locked on mine, “when exactly my wife decided to start treating me like a stranger.” I hold his gaze. “When exactly did my husband start treating me like a transaction?” There it is. His expression darkens slightly, but not with anger. He just smiled. “You’ve been cold,” he says. What's funny man?

my husband paraded the hideous dress "It will surely protect you from the cold evening of Spain." Oh good heavens, I pray for strength and patience not to rip the dress in his hand. I badly wanted to cut it into pieces and wring my dear husband's neck! Sighing and exhaling deeply, I pointedly glared at my husband who was hiding the amusement in his eyes. Oh this was amusing for him, huh? I will surely show him amusement! "You should not worry about the cold, Iñigo. You should know by now that I can withstand any frosty encounter, " His eyes narrowed at my insinuation "Me being your wife is a testament to my thick skin that can withstand the coldness."

My husband and my mother-in-law are already planning to kick me out of their life. (Next Morning) I wondered how anyone could be so cold and distant. I never met someone as cold as my husband. The same person who always smile to his fans. It's been a day and the man didn't even say a single word to me, yes he insulted me and called me a gold digger.

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything." My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you." He gradually fell asleep. Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world. I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'. The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

My husband looked at his brother and ordered, “Open her up. Let’s see how needy my wife’s pussy is.” Olezka hesitated. His blue eyes darting between the three of us and I almost felt sorry for him as he looked like he was trapped between the three people who were fighting a battle unknown to him. It was stupid to feel sorry for him when I was the one lying helpless and being subjected to this monster’s whims. “Olezka.” There was a cold warning in my husband’s voice now. Olezka stepped closer to where I was lying and then I felt his hands on my soft flesh as he slowly, with a gentle push, parted my thighs.