The Hilarious Husband Novels & Stories

Hickory with my own deadly gaze. “You asked me what I find funny right?” I asked with a small smirk towards Dr. Hickory. He chuckled as he grabbed the wine glass that he so happened to have and brought it to his lips. “I did.” He said. He elegantly drank out of his cup as he stared at me with I could only assume was pure unadulterated humor. I looked at Lucas and smiled as I spoke. “I just find it funny how big of a hypocrite my husband is for telling me to be a loving wife when he doesn’t know how to make me happy to save his life.” I said loudly.

"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. She nodded but continued giggling nonetheless. "Poor Kara, having to deal with her boss punching her in the tits." Duncan chuckled and shook his head, smiling at his cackling wife. "I knew you'd get a kick out of the situation." She finally slowed to a mild chuckle and held her sides. "I think that gave me a cramp," she said.

Claire sighed softly, “Nancy...” “Don’t tell me you’re going to turn down my idea,” Nancy squinted her eyes. “I’m just trying to make this situation a little better. We used to have fun at Christmas in Toronto, didn’t we? Why don’t we try doing the same here?” “I’m not saying I’m turning down your idea,” Claire smiled briefly. “So?” Nancy raised an eyebrow. “I just wanted to say that… he’s not my ex-husband.” “Oh God,” Nancy covered her mouth and looked at her in disbelief. “He’s your husband,” she murmured softly.

A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water. At the hospital, the doctors were stunned—someone who had supposedly tried to drown himself hadn't swallowed a single drop of water. My in-laws put on their best act, thanking the heavens for their son's miraculous survival, claiming his life wasn't meant to end so soon. I suppressed a sneer and pretended to be concerned as I asked the doctor, "My husband is in the late stages of liver cancer. Could this incident have worsened his condition? Should we make him go through a more thorough examination?"

"Calvin, have you forgotten about Clare? She just passed, and they still haven't found her body. H-How can you just turn around and marry this witch so quickly?" Margaret's voice was weak and raspy, but she forced herself to shout with everything she had. Everyone heard it loud and clear, and an uproar followed. No one could believe that Calvin, the renowned designer, was married, considering he'd been telling everyone he was single. Calvin shoved Margaret to the floor. When she struggled to rise, her hand brushed a nearby table, knocking dozens of red wine glasses onto Jenna. Jenna cried out in shock, soaking wet from head to toe.

I saw his crying intensify, and he clung to me even more. "It’s not too late, love, we can still be so happy," he assured me, his eyes lost in despair. "What we had was beautiful, and I’ll always cherish the wonderful memories of us, but I’m married now," I explained, as if to a child, hoping he would understand. He let out a sarcastic laugh and stared at me. "And apparently, you’re not happy since you cheated on your husband," he mocked, and I lowered my head, feeling guilty.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

"Tsk, tsk! She has such an amazing husband, yet she doesn't cherish him. Faking her husband's death just for an idiot! How disgusting!" "You're right! Some people just don't cherish what they have. I've noticed since five years ago that something funny has been going on with her and that idiot." "I heard that idiot was a student that her husband sponsored. What a disgusting couple! This is how she repaid her husband?!" Henry looked at everyone, casting him condescending gazes and calling him an idiot. He suddenly lost it and yelled hysterically, "I'm not an idiot! Besides, my wife has long said that she wants to marry me!"