The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

"She probably had countless abortions. Anthony must've been desperate to sleep with her." "Anthony dumped his wife for her. I heard that his wife's mom died because of them. Well, karma's arrived." "He's a typical gold digger! He thought he had great potential, but he's nothing without his wife's family's support. It's too late for him now." On the day we proceeded with the divorce, Anthony looked utterly defeated. He stared at me and scowled. "Shirley, you did this to punish me. Are you happy now?"

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?”

"Let's talk and come to an agreement...you cannot destroy the hopes of this country...even your mother sacrificed herself for the crown, do you want to make everything she did in vain?" "Prince Salvatore, how good that you are here, I don't know if you don't know what is happening or if you are a participant in this plot against my legitimate wife," my husband spoke firmly, so that everyone murmured with a surprised expression. "You are mistaken, Mr. Goldman, I am the lawful husband of Princess Lynda Skarosky. The whole country witnessed our marriage a few days ago. What are you trying to do with this lie?" the man said, looking at him with contempt. "You were married, to Lynnet Johnson, a w

"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.

“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

“You’re such a fool babe. I can’t believe you still want to make an attempt to create a bond with your cold stone husband who doesn’t know the value of what he has until he loses it.” “I know he’s really a good man with a pure heart. He's just that way due to some mix up." “You have got to be kidding, right? He can’t be any less what he is. Does he know how hurt and pained you feel whenever he lashes out hurtful words to you? So, you see, I don’t think he can ever change. Just take Mike for an example. He’s the real definition of a husband material, who always make you happy and ask after you not your cold stone husband.”

"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.

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.

“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.”