The Exemplary Husband Novels & Stories

Who is this guy? “Of course! I've heard a lot about your admirable character and absolute servitude to your people. Although, what I find most admirable, is your devotion to your husband, Lucian Remus. Your relationship with him is the perfect example of an outstanding marriage and balance between you two. I love how your marriage gives hope to others, especially your people when it comes to mates. Not everyone finds their mates these days and you’re the example of “happiness without a mate,” he explained further and it made my stomach churn. If only he knew what was going on behind the spotlights. But something told me that this man knew more than he was letting on.

Emm held onto this point. “Yes, a man should…” Chris chuckled “But when it comes to your mommy, I am her husband…Daddy has only two rules when it comes to a husband and wife, first husband rules say that my wife is always right, and the second one says that all other rules are redundant when is wife is involved.” “You will spoil her rotten…” Emm hmphed turning her head in disagreement. “Yes, it is my responsibility to spoil her; if I don’t spoil her, who will? If I don’t spoil my wife, then who should I spoil?” Chris raised his eyebrows tauntingly before adding “Only my wife will accompany to the end of my journey…”

It wasn’t fair that he always got away with everything just because he acted like a clown. "Right, you are. Well, I know the type of wife you are—the one who goes to bed early and doesn’t question her husband, who works all day to give you everything you need." "Of course! You do whatever you want, and I have to sit here and take it in silence." "Exactly, my love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up early tomorrow." "But you don’t work tomorrow." "Still, I have an important outing."

Everyone in the underworld knows that Alessio Muratori is a womanizer through and through. Yet, I love him more than anything in the world. Therefore, it isn't surprising that everyone expects me to cry and crawl back to him when I threaten a divorce after he brings home his mistress. When Alessio signs the divorce papers without so much as flinching, he lets out a mocking laugh. "So, what is it you want this time? Cash? That beach house?" Neither. This time, I move to a new city, change my name, and start a brand-new life. Three years later, I see him again at a club. With a champagne flute in hand, I calmly nod at him in acknowledgment. He's caught off guard for a second. Eventually,

Steve was sure that the journey of their marriage would be a bit complicated since it wasn't based on love. "A wife is a husband's rib; she will be gentle and obedient if we treat her as such. Conversely, she will bend and break if we are harsh. A wife is a reflection of a husband, so be like a husband who can always comfort and protect." Calvin remained silent. His lips felt dry, unable to speak. Even since last night, he had been cruel to his wife.

Hunter and the Clark brothers remained quiet. A few minutes later, Hunter sighed. “I’ve set a bad example and didn’t educate you well. I ruined your marriage. “Emma was devoted to you. She truly loved you and even bore your children. She educated the children well too. You…” Upon remembering that he was no better, Hunter swallowed the words that he wanted to scold his son with. How could he expect his son to be a decent man when he was a terrible example himself? Hunter’s and Adrian’s feelings toward their wives had faded after a decade or two.

“Oh, so you do remember that you are Yvonne's husband? Did you think you are worthy of being her husband at all?” Adam scoffed. “Why would I not be?” A sharp look flashed in Kelsey's eyes. “You’re a mama's boy who always bends over backward for your mother and lets your wife suffer as a result. Even if we were to brush that aside, what do you have to say about messing around with other women while your wife is recovering from her miscarriage? Is that how a husband should carry himself?” It was one thing to be a mama’s boy and hold onto unhealthy patriarchal conventions, but it was an entirely separate matter to cheat on his wife.

Her voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging open in surprise. I turned my head, and as soon as I saw the familiar face of my husband, I rolled my eyes. “That’s my husband, Betty,” I muttered, exasperated. “What is he doing here?” Betty looked as if she’d just witnessed a miracle unfolding right before her eyes. Her jaw dropped, and she gasped dramatically. “That is your husband? Forget everything I just said! Forgive him, worship him! Jesus, Mary, and all the saints! How do you get anything done with a man like that? He looks like… like a Greek god, you know? Adonis, but better!”

“Friend? Sir, are you in your right mind? My mother was a person with a family, how could you be friends with my mother?” Yvonne was not polite at all. Regardless of the feelings they had for each other at the beginning, as long as they had their own families, they should be responsible for their families. Her impression was that her mother and Jared Summers were once a loving and harmonious couple. They had a flawless relationship. Yet, this Gordon Quimby abandoned his wife using the excuse of ‘love’. Not only did he ruin a woman and her family’s happiness, but he also damaged another woman’s reputation. Yvonne did not have a good impression of him.

Not Derek fucked up. My husband was insane, to be sure, but for better or worse, he was in love too. Caring. Kind. Doting. Wasn't he?