The First Husband: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Listen. If I explain to my mom how close you and I have gotten, and I explain to her that we are engaged, which she already knows. It’s common sense that we both live together. Let’s plan for our wedding. Plan for the future. You don’t expect us to stay in different homes and plan for our future. It’s a collective future. One that she’s going to be in. I mean, if you can’t live with me now, how can you live with me when we get married? Which, I don’t know how long that’s going to take. But at least she has to learn that you are not an enemy. You are not a problem. You are just my lover. You are my husband. She has to get used to this.” He shook his head. “I don’t know, Jules. This is lookin

I should have chosen him then. Eli's face did not change. He asked about Luca. I said Luca was kind. Luca was warm. Luca made me feel wanted. But he was not Eli. He asked about Derek. I said Derek was my husband. I would always care about him. But I was not in love with him anymore. Eli stepped back. He held the door open. I walked inside. His apartment was small. One bedroom. A couch. A bookshelf. A window facing the street. Everything was neat. Clean. Simple.

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

And the way she married him—rough and straightforward—might seem unromantic, but if you disguised it under the guise of love, it could look pure. That’s why some cheaters insist on claiming love as an excuse for their actions. Love can be a very powerful, all-encompassing justification. Love is such a powerful tool. When comparing Gwyneth’s first husband in the novel—Ajax. He could have been cut from the same mold as many typical male leads, he had the typical quality of a male lead. But her second husband, though described as average-looking, truly loved her. When he found out she’d had a child before, he was briefly upset, but he quickly fell for her and gave her whatever she wanted, like

Gavin trailed behind them, pulling faces at Justine like she was some kind of joke. A young nurse, Madge Middleton, walked in to change Justine's bandages. With a touch of admiration, she smiled and said, "They seem really close. Was that your brother and his wife?" Justine replied flatly, "That was my husband, my son, and his first love." Madge fell silent for a beat, then abruptly changed her tone, her voice thick with indignation. "God, no wonder that woman was acting so dramatic. She came in perfectly fine but demanded a full-body scan like she was barely breathing. She put on a whole show for nothing…"

she said with a small smile, “that one.” I followed her eyes. The title was etched in gold against the faded green cover: The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. Clara sighed. “It was written by the second wife of Mr. Kingston’s great-great-grandfather.” My brows lifted. “Second wife?” She nodded, looking at the distance. “Yes. The first wife… she was said to be very different. Full of life. Independent. People say she died from a disease, but…” Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more.

As sentimental as it could get tears rolled down her eyes and she quickly hugged her husband tightly, who smiled broadly and then hugged her tightly. " Thank you so much!!! Husband....it means a lot to me...." She looked at him with smile abd slowly lean forward as she kissed him slowly.... Nathan was shocked as it first time that his wife has kissed him first.... He was so happy today..... ____________ Right now they were sitting in their house private library. Sophia was sitting on Nathan's lap and Nathan was smoking as he talked on his phone regarding their research. Sophia knew that the recent news of prostitution company that was now revealed was because of her husband. She knows what h

Soon enough, he was covered in bruises. Mark grabbed my wrist. Then, he pulled down his collar to show me the birthmark on his neck. “Eve, see this? It’s me, your husband.” He was furious. He seemed to be on the verge of losing it. Feigning sudden realization, I gasped. “You’re alive, honey!” Mark let out a sigh. He reluctantly confirmed it with a nod even though he was angry. Feigning excitement, I quickly put down the ashtray, but it “accidentally” slipped from my hands and landed right on Mark’s foot.

It wasn't until I walked into his office and found him kissing Yunice that I realized that he didn't want to start a family with me. At that time, I was furious. That night, I made sure to get him drunk and managed to get him into bed. The next day, Anthony looked at me with disgust and reminded me not to forget about the birth control pills. However, I didn't take them. I wanted that baby to give me some peace of mind and make him commit. However, the baby came at the worst possible time. It had been killed by its own father. Seeing that I was in a daze, Brian gently ruffled my hair and said, "Come on, let's go get some dinner. It's already 8 PM."

I didn’t know what was worse, being dragged through the mud by strangers or getting married to a man whose family is filled with murderers. I dropped my fork and leaned back in my chair, letting out a tired sigh. “It’s not even been twenty-four hours, Calvin,” I said quietly. “And yet, it feels like I’ve faced a thousand problems.” He looked at me, expression unreadable. “If it’s any comfort,” he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin, “you’re the first wife I’ve had that the press actually found interesting.” I stared at him. “How exactly is that supposed to be comforting?”