The Husband In Law Novels & Stories

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, he was still so good-looking, his aura, elegant. When he saw me, his eyes darkened. My fist clenched and I reminded myself not to appear weak in front of him. I guess we were back on the hating game. This time, I needed to hate him too so I could finally move on from him. “Long time no see, my husband.”I teased, sarcastically. He glared at me. “Don’t call me that.” And then he looked sideways. I followed the direction of his eyes to see the woman dressed in a white dress walk slowly to stand beside him.

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."

He shielded me behind him, saying, "Sir, I hope you can be kind enough to show mercy to my employee. Tonight's meal is on the house." "Get out!" Noah roared. Jayden bristled. "Sir, we're in a lawful society. If you continue like this…" Noah sneered. "The law has nothing to do with the matters between a husband and wife." Jayden froze. "What do you mean?" "I mean, the woman behind you is my legal wife," Noah replied. "Mr. Omar, it's alright. We know each other. I'm sorry, but can you please let me take the day off?" I requested.

He lingers in the space for a beat, eyes fixed on me before leaning back, his expression unreadable. “Follow me,” he says, his voice calm and commanding. I do. Trying my best to keep up with his long strides. Not only was my husband inexplicably tall, but one of his strides equalled two of mine, which made keeping up with him rather exhausting, Husband. The word stops me in my tracks. As of yesterday,whoasn’t even in a relationship and now I was married. Fucking married. Can you believe that?

From the way he looked, I could tell he was his son, he looked just like him. My husband had a son with his mistress. Layla went to sit on the couch pulling the boy with her while staring at me. “Layla,I called” unable to hold the pain I was feeling at that moment. “He wanted her to be here” his lawyer cut me off before I could even say anything. “That is his mistress,I’m his wife” I screamed unable to take the torture anymore. The lawyer only looked at me like I had gone nuts before settling down to the will in front of him ignoring my outburst.

Being the wife of a politician, you get to enjoy total luxury. Things become so easy to get, at the snap of your fingers. Unfortunately, this luxury is only temporary for me. "Is my husband in?" I asked a maid but before she could respond, a deep voice came from the stairs. I looked towards the direction and there he stood... Orion Valois - My husband. Wondering why I keep referring to him as my husband when it's only on paper? It's because regardless of the reason we are together, we're still legally married.

I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am." For the first time on that emotionless face, I saw a slight reaction. "I'm into threesomes as long as our add on is a guy, who would ever say no to two cocks?" If he had a drink on his lips, it would have been his turn to choke. "Cut the crap Wilson." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, "before you give me the bullshit, oh, this marriage isn't real, oh you'll only be my wife on paper, yada yada crap," I said, mocking his tone, "I'll beat you to it."

"Little brother-in-law is captured again!" "Shall we chase after them? Why don't we get someone else to be your husband? Darryl is such a nuisance."

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.