Novel & Cerita The Exemplary Husband

she snapped, pointing a finger at his face. "I don't need to know anything about my husband and his doings from you, I know everything about him. And a goon? That's what you are, not my husband. He treats people with respect, He has a kind heart and unlike you He doesn't harass other people's wives because He couldn't trump them in business. My husband is a respectable man and if you ever say a single word about him again I promise I will complain about you to the police and next time don't come in front of me! You Two-sided man."

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.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

“You! How dare you call me vile when you’re the one in a relationship with your cousin’s wife?!” “The only reason why I’m going to let that slide is because I still have a little bit of respect for you. Do not call her that again.” “It doesn’t matter if she’s his ex-wife now! She was his wife at some point. Of all the women wanting to be with you, she’s the least qualified!” “What makes her the least qualified? I don’t even need to hear your bullshit reason. She’s more than qualified to be with me because I want her in my life!”

Ethan questioned, his skin still pale from staring at me like he'd seen a scary ghost in midday. "I know very well that you are disappointed, but it's going to take a lot to have me under the ground" I muttered under my breath, however making it loud enough for him to hear me. "Okay, what is going on here?" Rico pressed again, this time looking at Ethan more for answers. "Well, do you mind explaining? " "She is...my wife" Ethan replied, his voice hesitant. "Ex-wife, you mean?" I corrected, my tone icy. "I know your wife very well and I'm damn well sure I'd never be her"

“Especially Hunter. He’s turned out to be such a faithful husband. You must be so proud.” “Oh, he is—he’s always been such a good boy, you know. So well-mannered, so responsible… not like other men who lose their way so easily. I raised him right. He knows how to treat his family, how to provide, how to carry himself with dignity. And the way he takes care of you—honestly, not every woman gets that kind of devotion. You really are a lucky woman.” "Yeah," I murmur, my smile now feeling more like a mask. "I sure am."

"Can't you learn from Chester? See how much he spoils his significant other! You guys might not have money, but can't you emulate other admirable qualities that you see in other men?" "I think you're the one who's crazy. Didn't your family teach you that you should place your husband above all? Men work and women take care of the household. That's the way it should be." "We're not living in ancient times. How come a relic like you still exists? If you have nothing nice to say, just keep your mouth shut. It's not only your opinion that matters around here." "Whoever married him was truly unlucky. What on earth has his wife done to deserve such punishment?"

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b

She was well aware of Alexander's prowess, his combat skills, his exclusivity, and the fact that he was no ordinary ex-soldier… Yet, the reality unfolding before her was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her husband, whom many dismissed as a loser and a moocher, was commanding respect in a way she had never seen before. Even the big shot of Province Town bowed to him! "Mister Bacco, Gael..." The words echoed down the hallway where Amber's former classmates stood—men and women, successful and struggling alike—all trembling, barely daring to breathe. They were witnessing a scene more shocking than any TV drama. One thing became crystal clear to them: Amber's husband was no deadbeat. He