The Husband Clause Novels & Stories

"It will only last for three months because that was our deal. I am a man of my word. After it expires, you have two choices: you can either divorce me and take a settlement, or we can get remarried formally in front of the world. I’ve already drafted the rules for our marriage to ensure things run smoothly." I took the paper, my fingers brushing against the high-quality parchment. I scanned the text, my heart racing. It detailed the three-month arrangement, but it was the "Rules" section at the bottom that made my eyes go wide. I had to read them twice to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Rule 1: The husband has the right to spoil his wife. Rule 2: The wife will handle the family budget. Ru

Murphy added, “Commander Shelby is young and talented. He has good looks too. Over the past three years of your marriage, he hasn’t let you suffer even a little. Why go this far? “If you leave now, you’ll just be handing him over to Anna. It’s so not worth it.” A metallic taste spread in my mouth as I forced out a reply, “Mrs. Murphy, you saw how hard I worked last year for his military spouse quota. “Jonathan has a quota in his hands. I only asked about it once, and he immediately rebuked me by saying my thinking was twisted, and that I was trying to use him.” Mrs. Murphy stammered. “Well, you’re husband and wife. People will gossip about you.” I mocked myself, “I’m his wife, yet he dismiss

"It binds both parties equally and completely for the duration of the marriage, with no exceptions enumerated." Lucien turns from the window, something passes across his face too quickly for me to read it. "That clause was my stipulation," he says. "Not hers." Gerald looks mildly startled, then recovers with the professional grace of someone who has learned not to register surprise. "Very well. As long as you both understand the implications." "We do," Lucien says.

She continued reading. Clause One The marriage shall remain legally valid for two years unless both parties mutually agree to dissolve it earlier. She frowned. “Two years?” “The market needs stability.” “So does the Hawthorne family.” He said it so matter-of-factly that she couldn’t argue. She turned another page. Clause Two Neither party shall interfere with the other’s personal freedom, career, finances, or private decisions except where public appearances or legal obligations require cooperation. Evelyn looked up. “So we’re free to live our own lives.”

he said. She chewed and swallowed all the food in her mouth then the corner of her lips twitched," you want me to care for you?" " Aren't you my wife?" "And you who is my husband, did you care for me?" She asked. "Did you forget the terms of the contract? You shall not expect love, care nor attention from your husband, clause 7.2." He even knew what clause it is, Ida smirked and thought that the man before him was weirder than she thinks, "I know...but don't expect care from me too. Anyways, eat."

Familiar. And just below it— “Clause 9: The wife is entitled to remain in the residence for the duration of the agreement.” Agreement? Wife? My knees almost gave out. I sank to the bed slowly, the paper trembling in my hand. Alan was married. Maybe not in love. But still.... married.

I said, pulling the revised document from my bag and placing it in front of him. Nolan grabbed it and tore it to shreds before tossing the pieces into the trash. "Nolan, even if I owed you something, I've repaid it over these three years," I said, staring straight at the man who was still legally my husband. "You're capable on your own now. After the divorce, you can be with anyone you want. Isn't that a good thing?" However, he had the same response as mine moments ago. "No." From that day onward, Nolan would come home to check on me whenever he had free time.

I had never seen him look so angry. I gaped at him. “What do you mean?” I am really confused. I pick up the new condom he just threw on the bed and find that this one is sticky with the oil that was supposed to be inside. And it looks like… it looks like someone had poke the package with needles! “The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” he stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.”

She had thought she had read everything carefully when signing, but her eyes widened as she skimmed through it again. There it was—a clause she had never noticed, never thought to question. Clause 17: The wife must inform the husband of all interactions with extended family and friends and cannot withhold personal communications without prior consent. Amara’s stomach dropped. She read it again, then again. Her hands shook, and a small sound escaped her throat—a mixture of disbelief and fear. This wasn’t just a simple marriage clause. This was…control. Her thoughts raced. He knew I was going to read this. He’s been controlling everything…this clause gives him the right to monitor my every wor

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th