The First Husband: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Hey, man! If my husband is too coward to rescue me, I myself will defend the rights of us women to be respected! “ “Are you calling me a coward? Want to try me? “ “I’m talking about my husband. How could he not pick me up yet after five months?! And to answer you, you’re not a coward! You’re a pervert! “ He smirked. “Oh. I wonder if you’ll stay like that after you regain your memory. FYI, I'm your husband. “ He was still holding his wounded neck until he turned his back on me. “Call the doctors immediately.” That guy is my husband? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank y

I saw Ishu Bhai already waiting for me. No one leaves me alone after that incident. No matter if it's jogging or shopping, someone always tags along, and if not, then there are bodyguards hired by Dad to follow me. I know they are being protective but I have started to feel caged. Well, there is one more reason why Bhai started to come along with me to jog, Adya. Yes, my best friend Adya. I and Adya met in college. Bhai was a senior. When I introduced her to him, he instantly fell in love with her. It was love at first sight for bhai but not for Adya.He had to do a lot of effort to woo her and of course, I, being his sister helped him.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

She would expose Emma’s hypocrisy. Martin had been silent all along as he carefully observed Emma’s husband. Last time, it was a designer outfit, perhaps a gift from Emma's husband's boss. This time, it was another designer outfit... could Bella have guessed wrong? Emma's husband looked familiar…Like someone famous with a lot of influence. It's just that... Martin tried hard to recall, but he could not figure out which executive in the city Emma's husband could be. After a while, Celine finally recovered from the initial shock. "Why are you being so unpleasant?

She looked as though she might burst into tears at any moment. "No. The baby is not mine." Alex answered immediately. "I can swear on my life that she isn't my child." Anna lowered her gaze. "Were you ever married before me?" Alex shook his head. "You're my first wife." He gently squeezed her hands. "You're also the first woman I've ever touched." His eyes never left hers. "And you'll be the last." "I'll always be your husband." "And you'll always be my wife and the only woman I'll ever touch."

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…"

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Not from the forgotten presence. Not from the First State. Something personal. Something human. Her husband. The memory appeared without warning. His smile. His eyes. The way he looked at her on the day they married. Emma frowned. Why now? Of all moments— Why him? The forgotten presence stirred again. LOOK CAREFULLY. Emma blinked. "What?" The memory sharpened. His face became clearer. More detailed. More precise. And suddenly Emma realized something she had never noticed before. Something impossible. Something absurd.