The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

“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

"We... we made love last night. Y-you said to me how much you love me. W-we made a promise under the moo--" "I am not Neil," my husband coldly replied, "I don't remember you, Miss. Besides, my name is Cal, and I am not your husband." The worries in his eyes were now gone in just a heartbeat. Earlier, he was looking at me with full of sympathy, but now that he heard me saying the truth -- that he's really my husband and we had a lot of plans before -- he changed immediately.

My heart, which had been beating with a cold, steady, tactical rhythm, gave a single, hard thump of confusion. He was kneeling. Right there, on the smooth, balanced tiled floor, in front of this audience of friends and allies, my husband was on one knee. This wasn't the cold monster from the crimson room, his face contorted with rage. This wasn't the icy, near-corpse from the bed. This was a stranger.

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” “What?” I asked, surprised. I wasn't expecting those words to come out of this stranger’s mouth. “No. You can’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Like I said, he is my husband, and this was just a little misunderstanding. Everything’s gonna be fine. This will soon be a thing of the past. I’m gonna be back with my husband, and we’re going to be happy again.” This time, the man chuckled. “If you’re that sure about your husband… Ryan,” he said his name like it tasted bitter, “then why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off living your happily ever after with him?”

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

Noah walked through them like a man heading to execution. --- The office was cold. Literally and emotionally. Spanning the entire top floor, it looked like a villain’s lair: black steel, matte charcoal walls, and sharp edges. Nothing warm. Nothing soft. Then he saw Elias Voss. Six-foot-something. Black suit tailored like sin. Sharp jaw, slicked-back dark hair, ice-gray eyes behind rimless glasses. He didn’t look up from his laptop. “You’re thirty seconds late,” he said. “I—”

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

My blood ran cold as he extended his hand towards Jacob, his smile as chilling as his introduction. "I'm George...Maria's husband" His words hung in the air like a death sentence, a cold declaration that threatened to shatter the fragile peace of our lives. I stood there, trapped in George's chilling embrace, a silent scream echoing in my mind as I watched Jacob's reaction.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.