The Cold Husband Novels & Stories

"Her fiancé. So don't mess up with Amber. Even if you touch a single hair, I won't stay still." A second later, the call ended. Adam lowered the phone while chuckling lightly. "A single hair? I've slept with your fiancé, Sebastian. If you really care about Amber, you shouldn't have allowed her to come here alone." With a flat expression, Mr. Cold returned to the living room. After placing the phone on the table, he sat looking at the woman who was fast asleep. "Is it true that this man is your fiancé? Is he the husband-to-be you mentioned yesterday? Does it mean that I am now a destroyer of your relationship?"

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

Yeah, that's how crazy I am. He's the only one who's not happy, I feel like because of me he can't do what he wants anymore, but I don't care! "Just soap it up, you said a lot more. You're wasting time hubby." He turned to look at me, I looked into his eyes, and I didn't see any emotion, that's how cold he was again. What acold gay! "Give me that soap!" He suddenly said. I'm trying not to smile, my hubby really can't stand me! Aww, he's so cute!

Jimena retorted, looking at him with distaste. “Well, for some reason, three of you are married to us. We must have that je ne sais quoi that drives the Gutiérrez women crazy,” he said with a proud grin. “Conceited idiot.” She grumbled, eliciting laughter from her husband, who got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let go of me, you moron!” She squirmed in his embrace, which only made him hold her tighter. Pablo placed a loud kiss on her neck, which only made her angrier. “Let go, Pablo!” she growled. He slowly released her and turned her to face him.

"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!"

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

George Ken, who stood behind them, suddenly said. Karen Daly turned around and raised her eyebrows with a smile. "Then you'd better find me a sister-in-law as soon as possible. At that time, you can show off in front of me too." "Women are all troubled creatures. I don't want to get myself into trouble." George Ken glanced at Kevin Kyle and said, "Look at this man beside you. He used to be a very cold man, but now he has completely become a slave of his wife." "It's my pleasure." Kevin Kyle said calmly. His appearance was still so cold that no one dared to approach him, but his gaze was much softer.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

The wife kept complaining about everything in the restaurant while the husband was trying to comfort her. “Everything sucks! And you , why are you still here?” She frowned at me and I flinched. “I’m sorry” I uttered and walked away. “How is he coping. That woman got some attitude.” Hudson said. Hudson is also a waiter in the restaurant. He is really friendly and we got along well. “He is her husband, he would know her to handle her.” I replied him. “Uhm camille” he called. “Yea..” i answered

Cassie replied casually and immediately walked away from her husband's hot room. The sound of heels and the white tile floor that she was stepping on sounded so dominant when Cassie's footsteps led her body to walk away, out of the giant building owned by her husband. The look in her eyes straight ahead, and her perfectly raised chin made the dominating aura she had even more radiated out. But behind the coldness and cunning attitude she showed at this time, hidden a painful feeling that ripped her heart. She was really sick when she saw that her husband chose another woman who was not equal to her to replace her in his heart.