The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

I nodded and said, "Well, I'm glad to see that you got someone finally for the college team." He put his hand over my shoulder and asked, "Why did your husband leave early?" "What do you want him to do then? Do you want him to stay and teach you a subject?" "At Least he could have said hi to me. I'm his wife's friend after all." Wife, huh? I keep forgetting that I got married to that man. I let out a sigh and asked, "Who's class is our first hour?" "Ms. Kwon. By the way, where's Madison? Why are you coming alone?"

The guy said. " Why? Are we going somewhere?" I asked him. " Yes, you can't stay here, it is too close to the city, it will take half a day for My Black to here, we need to be far away from this place when it happens. " He said. I feel like I am in some kind of movie, I can't believe this is my life and why? Because I chose to marry a criminal. I don't know how he was able to hide it from me but I know, I know that my husband is shady. He drugged me, he drugged me, I bet he didn't think that I would find out, that my memory would come back but it had always been at the back of my head. My husband is a murderer who shot a man in cold blood on our wedding day.

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

no was Doctor Arlan threatened with his daughter's life to kill my father Who? Who was behind this? Who I blinked, trying to calm the fury that was brewing inside me as I stared at Felicia, wanting her to finish what she was narrating "From that day onward, my husband changed. When I say changed, I mean that he would lock himself up in a room, sometimes I would hear him shedding tears like a kid. I didn't know what was wrong, I was scared, I had no idea what was wrong with my husband," Felicia sniffed, her hand clamping together

"Relax. I told them the owner is more stubborn than solid rock. And that I had no interest in being slapped by my own wife just for casually selling off my in-laws’ company." I scoffed softly. "You’re never serious." "But I married seriously," he replied. "Very seriously. Look—I even endured that half-raw steak tonight without complaining, just to look like a sophisticated husband." I chuckled. And like so many nights before, in that silence, I caught another glimpse of Hugo’s most elusive side—the man who could be cold as code, yet warm as a room in winter... when he was with me. And tonight, he was with me.

She turned around to her would-be husband and said with outstretched hands, "Hello, I am Leslie Harrison." "Julian Blackwood," he said in a cold, velvety voice, not bothering to shake her hand. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment, and she shuddered involuntarily from the coldness in his deep hazel gaze. His eyes roamed her body briefly, and a glint passed through them before his expression turned back to being blank. He turned his gaze towards the judge and signalled him to begin. The ceremony was cold, lacked any warmth, and extremely short. Leslie couldn't believe she was married just like that, but as she stared at the white certificate with the name "Leslie Blackwood" on it, she

He think after marriage woman life belong tk the house only . His family include his parent.He has two chacha (uncle ) . His elder uncle has two wife and he has daughter from his first wife .His first wife is cruel women .His second wife is nice and caring woman,His first wife is evil woman who always try to do planning and plotting against his second wife .They feel happy when his elder uncle beat his second wife and treat her badly .His second wife is the daughter of their servent , his uncle raped her in drunk situation and his father decided to get them married to save their family reputation and dignity .His uncle daughter Asma is cruel like mother .She is not interested in st

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

The thought alone made me giddy. About an hour later, the grand doors swung open and Derek walked in. My heart skipped a beat as I saw my husband. Tall and dashing, his blond hair swept back, his blue eyes stunning as a clear afternoon sky. I took a step forward, about to greet him with a smile. Suddenly I froze. There was a woman behind him. They walked in together, and he didn't even glance at me. Murmurs rose into the air, and everyone rushed to their side. They greeted the woman fondly, smiling and shaking her hand.

he chuckled lazily, pleased from the fear in my eyes for him. “I'm your husband and darling...” he paused and grabbed by waist. I squealed by sudden contact with my heart thumping loudly in my ears. He lowered his head and nibbled my earlobe lightly “husbands can do anything they want to, to their wife.” I gulped and panicked being in his arms afraid he might sense my uneasiness. He then looked up and locked his thrilled black orbs to my terrified brown ones. Licking his lower lips a smirk played on his handsome face as my husband commanded in his usual cold tone “so be a perfect wife and warm my bed.”