The Exemplary Husband Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Necessary. “This isn’t just for me,” My husband said as if he was a king giving speech and a royal boon to his men. “This is for all of you. My wife disrespected me and the Sokolov name when she tried run away from me, our marriage and this familia. Let us show her how the disrespect is punished and no one is ever allowed to leave this familia once they become part of it.”

Xander’s eyes softened, but he didn’t interrupt me, letting me pour out my heart. “Then there was my ex husband.” I laughed out a very ugly laugh. “We were perfect on paper, but there wasn't really an spark in our marriage. Foolish me was trying to convince myself that it would get good with time and that he would learn to love me more in the marriage. I also wanted the marriage to work and have a baby because I was getting old too. We had Ethan and I thought finally a breakthrough, he'd love me more because of the baby. But he didn't, I found him pants down in our home railing one of the many models he worked with.”

Damon knew what Damon told him that he was trying to change for the better was just a cover up, he doesn't want her to know he is secretly meeting some professional psychologist or psychiatrist to help him, well even if he will not tell her, it's no problem, her husband is getting better and better every day and as for her, she is loving her husband more and more and not even once she will allow someone from out of nowhere to come and destroy their happy home! "Not even once were you terrible, my husband will always remain to be my husband and the father of my kids and my unborn baby, god chose you for me and I know god made the right choice, not even once was he wrong, my soulmate and I lov

“A powerful man needs a certain type of wife. Someone who understands her role. Who stands gracefully beside him, not trying to carve out her own spotlight. Khalid is under immense pressure with this European merger. He doesn’t need a distracted wife chasing her little hobbies while the company faces challenges.” The condescension in his voice made my blood simmer. “My ‘little hobbies’ are paying for this lifestyle in part, Richard. And they’re giving me purpose. Something I lost while trying to be the perfect wife your son barely notices.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Ideal wives for powerful men know when to step back. They provide stability. Comfort. Not competition. If you truly loved my so

Her husband was a top executive at the Patterson Company, and although this man who held her was handsome, he was nothing compared to her husband on the social ladder. He, her husband, could and would be the downfall of all of these people, and thinking this way made her more fierce. "you let me go, right now! And I'll tell you this, my husband is here, and he works as a top executive in the Patterson company, a much better man than you could ever be, and I swear he'll be your ruin."

My tone was perfectly even, as though I was discussing the stock prices and not the enormous rift in our relationship. He looked visibly relieved, his expression relaxed as he immediately took up his phone. “Maria, make Emma some chamomile tea. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Oh, and add some honey. Emma likes her tea sweet.” He remembered my preferences, my sleep quality, and all the details of my life. However, he also remembered the kind of wine Victoria liked, the address of her manor in Switzerland, and how best to manage the kids. His steps were noticeably faster as he left, his leather shoes clacking against the wooden floorboards.

"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."

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.