The Hilarious Husband Novels & Stories

I tilted my head and flashed the camera an innocent, saccharine smile. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight. Bruce just gave another ten gifts!" Bruce smacked a kiss on my shoulder, then glanced over at Jake. "Hey Jake, your wife is seriously slutty. Just think of tonight's donations as my tip to you for your trouble." Jake's fists clenched tight. His teeth ground together audibly, the muscles in his cheek twitching. The chat feed was full of mockery. [The cuckold's back!] [This guy can really take it.]

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

My husband, Caleb Jones, and I both had our issues. I was possessive, while he liked seeing me angry. He said emotion was proof of love. You only got angry when you loved someone. So he was always doing things just to get under my skin. I hated that he stayed in touch with his first love, Maya Stone. He went and arranged for Maya to work directly under him. I repeatedly told him they were not to meet in private. He went on a date with her anyway, then made a point of telling me about it. I couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes clinging to Maya. He brought her home to stay with us for an entire week, making me smell it every single day. I flew into a rage. For the first time, I said I was le

"So when you're married to a rag, an irritating human, how does it feel? Again, they muttered some things. And, again, they agreed to what he said. Saying things like, "Very frustrating. That'd be so annoying." "Everyone." That evil smile gleamed on his lips harder, then he sashayed to me. Reaching my hand, he held it in his, and pecked my knuckles. "Meet my wife. The middle-class rag." I stared blankly at him, tears trickling down my face. For a moment, everyone was silent. That was good. No one found his joke funny.

God, please don't. "Well don't you two look like the sweetest newlyweds." He says, sarcasm dripping from his lips, my head snapping in her direction as she starts choking on her drink and I move to pat her back. She recovers quickly and places the bottle back in the fridge moving back to her seat. "I'd hope that you saw me as the husband." She says deadpan, and he's momentarily shocked before he stares choking on his coffee before breaking into a fit of laughter. "Ha, you really do look like the wife bro. Preparing breakfast, shirtless. You’re just missing the apron,” laughing harder he doubles over holding his sides, “God, I think I have a stitch!”

I placed it on and my lips and gulped, not realizing that it is the most insane thing for me to do so. I coughed several times, startled to hear laughter coming from the man I called, my husband. He looks at me again before another string of laughter bubble itself out of his chest - Smooth and deep chuckles vibrating from his lungs. "You probably haven't eaten from the last two decades you’ve lived- ha-ha-ha!" With that, he slaps the top of the table as fat tears flow down his cheek.

She opened her mouth to say something, and then she thought better of it and swallowed it back down, but not before he noticed. "What is it Dear?" He asked her, exasperated. "Say what you are thinking?" He gently demanded of his wife as he raised his eyebrows and clasped his hands behind his back. Amanda couldn't help but to laugh a little bit at her sweet husband. He looked as though he had completely forgotten that he had no pants on. He was there pacing back and forth, cursing and grumbling....with absolutely no pants on. It was finally more than she could take and she just couldn't stop herself from bursting out in completely inappropriate laughter.

I was counting backwards. 5 4 3 2 1 And there is a big scream from my husband. I think my plan executed well. I laughed thinking about him and my plan. Shreya asked me what. I told her about my plan. After listening to the plan she started laughing clutching her stomach. Tears started to form in her eyes due to excess laughing. "Mom" he shouted. 'Well, now you have got your punishment then you have realized that your wife is a very big prankster. So don't mess with her Mr. Aaron Malhotra.' I thought in my mind looking at him who was descending the stairs. Looking at him all started laughing. ----------

Jack is a gentleman, even using a flower to hit a woman, Jack has never done it. "Yes, if you say it casually one more time, I'll hit you." Jack looked at Millianna with an angry face, the more he looked at Millianna, the angrier he became. If not Millianna appeared in front of him, if she did not seduce him, would his wife ask for a divorce now? Jack's wife looked at the chaotic scene in front of her and laughed, she no longer considered Jack as her husband. present in front of her. Jack is just a shameless man. She was still standing tall like a mountain. She said.