The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

“H-husband, why are you like this? That’s not, please listen to me. I am saying what’s on my mind so we can get our deal done. So please don’t be mad…” Vailan crookedly arced up the corners of his lips, “Our deal done? I know that my suggestion was something hard for us, however must you be heartless and tell me exactly how you feel about me? Between us, who is more heartless and colder?” “Husband, would you rather I tell you a lie?”

"Will you, Amber Miller, take this man, Max Easton, as your husband, to love and cherish until death do us part?" Amber's lips froze and her teeth clenched together. She held the bouquet tightly. Rowen Easton's words begins to echo in her mind. 'The answer is in your heart.' He wants her to love his son? She looked up and her eyes shined. Max Easton is a beautiful man, but there is a pool of darkness within his blue eyes. He looks tough and she can see that this man needs love. Someone who will love him. Hope begins surging in her heart. Max Easton is known to be a cold and dangerous man, but she didn't care.

Liona said. Emerald smiled, this time looking very sincere. "If you really love Alaric, then stay alive and watch until he can turn into a good man in the future according to your expectations." Emerald said. Liona's tears fell again. "I'm sorry to say this, Alaric has his reasons for being like that." Liona said. Liona's hand rubbed her own face roughly. "My husband had an affair with a servant when Alaric was five years old." Liona whispered.

She smiled—cold, lethal as she stepped closer. “You already know. Because you built your fucking happiness on my grave.” I reached for her shoulder. She slapped my hand away like it disgusted her. “Don't you dare touch me again.” “Let me help you,” I said quickly. “My family can—money— protection—” She laughed. “Help? Oh Ian come on” she said softly as she stepped back. “Do I look desperate to you? A woman begging for scraps? Or someone who survived hell and came back hungry? Stop pretending to be the perfect ex-husband,” her voice dropped.

"No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now? "Be good, alright? Since you've been my wife for so many years, I'll make sure you're buried in the family cemetery." Each word struck like a loud slap across my face. His understanding of me, from the days we spent together, became the reason for his confidence in exacting such cruelty. I was so cold my entire body shook, and I couldn't help the coughs that racked through my body. "T-The national research station is nearby… Aren't you afraid of being found out?"

They looked like they were staring at a dead woman who had decided to come back just to ruin their lives. I stopped two feet away, close enough that the scent of his cheap cologne mixed with panic-sweat hit me like a slap. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I said, my voice carrying clearly across the lawn without the mic, “allow me to formally introduce to you Henry Callahan… my husband. For now.” The cameras went insane. Flashes popped so fast it looked like lightning. Henry’s face went blotchy red. His hand shot out and clamped around my wrist, hard and possessive, exactly the way he used to when I was still the quiet, broken wife who would have done anything for a scrap of his attention.

That he'll just show up out of the blue after disappearing for weeks. I pushed the duvet off my body and dragged myself downstairs to get myself a glass of water. I heard the front door opening wondering who it was by this time of the night. I picked up a knife for protection and went to take a look. It was my husband, the same man who had left me without any word. "Adrian." I called out softly, dropping the knife on a nearby side stool. He looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that made something in me burn, what is wrong with my cold and aloof husband?

"This is the real you, isn't it? You only care about money! No wonder Dylan loved me. All you have left is your money now—how pathetic!" I straightened up and said sternly, "Is there anything in this world more satisfying than being rich and having your scumbag husband die? How much is your so-called love even worth? If you don't want more years added to your sentence, you'd better return every penny of my money!" Mandy was still trying to act tough as her downfall approached. There was no way I could let her off so easily. I leaked the evidence to media outlets, who ran wild with the story of Mandy knowingly entering the affair and plotting Dylan's fake death to scam funds from people.

“Lay down first . You haven’t recovered yet.I will go and get the doctor “Nash says getting up with a cold face and going out of the room . Seirra watches him from behind with a disgusted look as he goes away . “Babe, i still don’t understand what you saw in him.Look at that indifferent look on his face . You just woke up but he didn’t even ask if you wanted something “Seirra says frowning deeply. Seirra never approved of Nash for Liana . She always thought Liana deserved better than Nash . Of course her mind would have changed if Nash was different.But he is as indifferent and cold towards Liana as a north pole’s bear . Tskk!! Nash ignores small matters and as well as big matter about Liana