The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

“Time to remind him what I own and what he can lose.” Karen blinked. “You can’t just” “Watch me.” He turned his back as the call connected. “Mr. Blake? This is Henry Frost. I suggest you handle your wife before she starts something you can’t afford to clean up.” Karen couldn’t hear the response, but from the way Henry’s jaw ticked, it wasn’t a pleasant one. “Good,” Henry said coolly. “Because next time, I won’t call. I’ll act.” He ended the call and turned to Karen.

Lewis going back inside the house. They noticed the man who was in the pool pulled his body out of the water. “WOW!” Nola's eyes sparkled. “Mom is gonna love her new husband.” Nathan smirked. “Calm down, we don't know if he will pass the test as yet.” “Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go ask him,” Nola said. She tried to leave from behind the shrubs, but Nathan grabbed her hand. “Hey, what if he's a serial killer?”

Irina snapped, flashing a trembling hand at her face, “I am so happy you have fallen to your rock bottom. Do you hear me?! Because you disgust me! And in a matter of days to weeks, everything will be clear, and you will be nothing to me!” “Oh really?” Isla purred, tilting her head like a predator circling prey, “You think you can abandon me now?” “Yes,” Irina hissed, “Watch me.” “No, mother. You can’t,” Isla smiled tauntingly. “Try me.” And suddenly, Isla leaned close, as her voice dipped so low like a formidable sound that shouldn't be heard, “Because…” Her lips curved in triumph, “…I know where your real husband is.”

The house is so big, but Jack feels somber and lonely to the point of boredom. There should have been the happiness and laughter of his gentle wife waiting for him every time he got off work. All of which he broke and trampled on it with his own hands. Then now there are only brief memories of the days he and Emily were together.

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."

Isti tried to understand and support her husband, but more and more he became distant and cold towards her. One night, while the wife was waiting for her husband to come home from work, she saw something that broke her heart. Her husband came home with another woman, they were laughing and joking at the door. Isti felt like she had been stabbed by a sharp knife, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.

His words are heavily drenched in his accent. "You'll never get the opportunity to find out," A deep voice booms through the restroom and instantly I sigh with relief. "If you want to survive long enough to at least attempt to hurt me. I suggest you let my wife go or I will put two bullets into the back of your fucking head you Italian scum." My husband's voice is cold, calculating and full of fury. Castello's eyes never leave mine and he sighs, "Pitty, I was hoping to take your wife for a test drive myself. Since I'm about the only man she hasn't spread her legs for." He growls with his breath fanning my face.