The Husband Novel Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND One year. It had been one year since Alessia had arrived at the capital with three frightened children and a heart full of uncertainty. One year since she'd discovered the kind officer from the train was her husband. One year since their lives had changed forever. And now, on the anniversary of that reunion, Sebastian had a proposal. "Marry me again," he said one morning as they sat with coffee, watching the sun rise over the city. Alessia looked at him, confused. "We're already married."

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

His hands were placed on her waist, indicating that he was disgusted with the woman's posture. "What's your problem, Jane? We're separated, aren't we? You have already signed the agreement as far as I know," Jane's spouse replied arrogantly. Jane laughed at her husband's reply. She hadn't expected the man to be completely unaware of the situation. She laughed so hard that she almost cried with joy, even though she was in anguish inside. Her husband would have been even more attractive, but Jane seemed unaffected when she discovered that the man's family was implicated in the fire that destroyed Lila's cabin, where they were living with friends. As a result, she expressed her displeasure.

“First. The wife spends one night in the inner house without Sienna. Alone with Hale rules. No collector in the bed. No Reed at the door. In the morning we see what she is when the woman who kept her is not in reach.” Lily-Rose’s stomach dropped. Mara held up the second finger. “Second. Sienna takes her in. Together. The inner house does not use the soft rules you have had out here. Old rules. Old rooms. People who still call her collector and expect the wife to be part of the payment she refused to drop. You walk in side by side and you take what that disobedience costs.” Sienna’s voice came at once. “She is not going in there alone.”

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

“I heard your husband is a very rich man. I want to see just how rich he is!” At those words, Alysha’s heart clenched, her smile faltering, her face tightening in an involuntary reaction. Husband. The word echoed in her mind, bitter and sharp, dredging up the memory she’d been trying so hard to bury. To hell with that so-called husband, she thought, bitterness surging through her. A husband who had sent her to that cold, impersonal hotel room, who hadn’t even bothered to show up on her wedding night. Instead, he’d left her to the mercy of his uncle—a man she now couldn’t rid from her mind, no matter how desperately she wanted to. “Your husband, Alysha?” Andrine pressed, her eyes glinting wit

she answered confidently — until I asked: “Tell me… how long have you been seeing the man who is not your husband. Months,or probably more than a year?” Her lips parted.Her chest rose. Her throat struggled for air. “I’m not cheating on my husband,” she whispered — a lie disguised as dignity — before drinking. They still thought it was a coincidence. They didn’t yet understand. I already knew their sins. Their secrets belonged to me long before the game began. And that was the real thrill. The bottle spun again — and stopped at Ian.

Charlene said ridiculously. “I bet he remembered something, I can't assure you he remembered all, but maybe little. Even if anything happens between you two, he can't blame you. Moreover both of you are a couple so when something like that happens it's normal, even if both of you ain't in love. And rape? That's really ludicrous. Why would your husband rape you?” “But he seduced me.” She snapped.