The Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

At a point that Claire never realized would come in her life, for a moment, it crossed her head about the happiness in her past, longing, and fate playing tricks on her. With a heavy heart, she comes to the conclusion that she has always denied for the past month that she… has fallen in love with a man who has her past. She fell in love with a man who tricked her—played and betrayed her with painful lies. She fell in love with this man… with a man who was on his knees in despair after all the destruction that had come to their lives. She fell in love with this man... her husband and all the secrets he had.

Her family had hastily arranged her marriage to Daniel because they needed to cover up the scandal, and he needed their funds. “And Daniel had no idea?” I asked. “None at all. Also…” Robert pulled out a finance report next. “The Hudson Fund has been expanding these past few years solely thanks to the Winstons’ financial support. If this news is made public…” I closed the file with a cold smirk. Poor Daniel, he raised someone else’s children and killed his own. Serves him right! Robert passed me another file. “Here’s another interesting finding. Victoria got an abortion at a private clinic sometime during her marriage to Daniel.”

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

“Hey, man! If my husband is too coward to rescue me, I myself will defend the rights of us women to be respected! “ “Are you calling me a coward? Want to try me? “ “I’m talking about my husband. How could he not pick me up yet after five months?! And to answer you, you’re not a coward! You’re a pervert! “ He smirked. “Oh. I wonder if you’ll stay like that after you regain your memory. FYI, I'm your husband. “ He was still holding his wounded neck until he turned his back on me. “Call the doctors immediately.” That guy is my husband? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank y

"Is this another one of those abusive tropes with twisted logic? Who even reads this stuff?" The sheer amount of information snapped my consciousness awake. In that instant, I saw the rest of my bleak and painfully short life. My name was Aria Rowland. I lived in a novel where the male lead tormented his wife before trying to win her back. In the original plot, Henry was drugged and walked into the wrong hotel room. That was how he and I ended up spending the night together. When he woke up, public pressure forced him to marry me. After the wedding, he treated me with nothing but contempt.

I am not going to let him mock my husband the way he did back in high school, things are way different now. "And I am for 10 years now and we have one amazing baby girl," I said with my head up high, not in a dramatic way though. "He's one lucky dude." He winked at me. I opened up my novel again pretending to read, I can't just concentrate knowing his just seated there. "So trouble in paradise?" I turned on hearing his words. "Excuse me?" "All the times seen you, you have been alone. So where your husband at?" He took a glass of wine from the waitress that's passing by.

‎Apart from the boners and crazy words I get called, everything else was blissful. ‎Here I was in bed thinking about how the hell I was supposed to leave the house without my husband or his workers asking where I was going. And besides he said we had to talk so he could tell me my role and how this marriage was going to work. ‎I read ad watched too much mafia stories that I feel I won't have freedom to do pretty much anything. ‎I picked up my phone and called Claudia. ‎"I heard you girl are now a married woman" she laughed dropping the phone on the mirror for me to get a proper view of her face.

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”