The Hilarious Husband Novels & Stories

His face darkened as he firmly stated, "Mom, Dad, I’ve said it before— my wife can only be Mandy. Even if Riley is Jordan’s biological mother, she will never be my wife!" Just as the elders of the Lawson family were about to speak, they saw Jay’s grim expression. By then, the internet was already flooded with news. However, what Jay hadn’t anticipated was that all of it was slandering me. "Mr. Lawson officially announces his beloved wife— a childhood sweetheart! A true love story with a happy ending." "I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time— Mr. Lawson and his wife are a perfect match! That wretched woman should have stepped aside ages ago!"

He turned to head back to his desk as she headed back out the door. That evening, Kelly was about to fall off her stool at the bar in their house she was laughing so hard. "I'm so glad you're sympathetic to your husband's plight." She laughed so hard she snorted briefly, causing her husband to grin and shake his head. "It's not that funny," he admonished.

Winona stared at me in disbelief. “How is that possible? You’re my husband.” I smirked mockingly. “I already said I wanted a divorce. Sign the divorce papers immediately. After that, do whatever you like. You can even marry him if that is your wish.” Winona stood still, studying me as if she no longer recognized me. “Are you really going to keep this up?” Seeing my cold, detached expression, she let out a few derisive laughs before turning and leaving without another word.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

The movie, some old comedy, played softly, laughter filling the quiet space. I didn’t care for it, but I found myself watching anyway. After a few minutes, he spoke again. “You look tired.” “I’m not.” “You lie like you breathe.” My head turned sharply. “Careful.” He smirked faintly. “There it is, the CEO tone. I was starting to miss it.” “Adrian......” “I’m just saying, you don’t have to keep acting like everything’s fine.” His voice softened. “You got humiliated on live television, your father’s trying to destroy you, and you’re stuck with a stranger as your husband. Anyone else would’ve cracked by now.”

No, it feels wonderful. “Are you going to answer me?” he demands. I smile. “Why should I explain myself to you?” His mouth falls open. “What did you just say?” “You heard me.” “I'm your husband!” The words strike me in the chest, but not in the way he expects. My smile slowly disappears. “My husband?” I whisper. “Yes! Your husband! Have you forgotten who you married?” I stare at him for several seconds. Then I laugh. It is not a happy laugh. It is the kind that comes from a place so deep inside me that even I do not recognize it.

“Pull a prank like this again, and my husband will find you and tear you apart.” A laughing emoji. Then a video. I didn’t want to press play. I told myself it was a trick. I pressed it anyway. My husband was on the screen in the white shirt, saying the exact words he’d said to me minutes ago. It was the same call, but the camera was wider now. There was no meeting room. No Lycans. Just a bedroom.

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

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,

1 The charity gala ended early, and all I wanted was to surprise Ethan before he plunged back into his work. Holding the spare key in my trembling hand, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find him hunched over his laptop. Instead, the scene before me shattered my entire world. My husband was on our bed with another woman. Shock pinned me to the doorway. Neither of them noticed me until the woman opened her eyes. Sienna. His secretary—the woman who bore a striking resemblance to his first love. The same woman he had repeatedly accused me of being paranoid about.