The Exemplary Husband Novels & Stories

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

She couldn’t get rid of the word ‘Husband’. Dr. Valentine threw a complicated look at her. He knew she would ask this question, and he tried to avoid this. He didn’t want to think about Carl Black. But after looking at her eyes, he realized he couldn’t evade her anymore. He smiled a little and said calmly, “Mr. Wood has mistaken me as your husband. That’s all. You are unmarried. How do you have a husband?”

He can feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. “How could you do this?” he says. “You let that man brainwash you. You think he’s any better than me? His first wife left him, Julie. That’s a pretty damn telling sign, don’t you think? What are you going to do when it gets rough? Run to another man?”

From there, I clicked into the recommended articles to see a rundown of Angela's love life. Her new husband was listed as the vice president at a publicly traded company. According to the article, he'd gifted her a yacht worth over a million dollars. In the photos, the vice president didn't look that bad with all that money to polish his appearance. The only issue was that his balding head was hard to miss. I supposed that if a 50-year-old man had enough money, then his flaws wouldn't seem so important. In the wedding photos, Angela's smile didn't even look half as natural as when she was posing on the yacht.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

Linda started wailing too. "That's right, Mr. Carter. Just look at her!" She pointed at me. "She's just your woman. Back where we come from, a wife is supposed to obey her husband. A woman who talks back to her husband like she does would've been strung up and beaten." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. What shocked me even more was that Ryan actually bought their ridiculous nonsense. A look of sympathy crossed his face, and instead of standing up for me, he turned and tried to persuade me instead.

Lynette Kensington's rules took effect on the second day of our marriage. "Your monthly spending is capped at 2,000 dollars. For any single purchase over 100 dollars, photograph the receipt and send it to me for approval. It's not that I'm cheap. I'm helping you learn how to budget. You've never had any discipline with money," she claimed. I thought she had a point. So for three years, buying a single jacket meant budgeting for half the month, and replacing a pair of contact lenses meant waiting for her approval. Then, last month, I found a supplementary card statement tucked inside the pocket of her trench coat. The cardholder was Jayden Scott, her Administrative Director. The transact

Damian countered coldly. Caroline let out a heavy sigh, turning toward Ethan. "Ethan, your father is right. A wife is the reflection of her husband's devotion," she said softly, though her eyes subtly flickered over to Damian. "If a man fails to offer his wife the security she needs and does not cherish her properly, how can he expect her to blossom into her best self for him?" There was a strange undertone in her words, and for a long second, Damian’s eyes locked with Caroline's before he abruptly looked away.

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"