The Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Storming outside my room, I pause at the door to his room, sounds of a woman riding on throes of orgasms, filters through the open crack, I grit my teeth hard. What would people say if they saw a woman with her legs spread out, in between her legs, my husband of a few days, sliding in and out of her? Opening the door a crack, his eyes find mine. He keeps his dark eyes on me, bringing a lit cigarette in between his lips, I can’t take this anymore. Pushing the large oak doors open, that doesn’t stop her, her eyes are shut. How could he do this?? How did I end up with a man like this??

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

That touch had been nothing but comfort. I wasn’t the one who used to cheat on this marriage. “My wife is still working…” I was focused on my tasks when an annoyingly handsome man decided to become an uninvited distraction. Or... the kind of distraction I, actually, needed. “I guess she’s too busy to look at me,” he added from behind my desk. “The husband was being an asshole,” I replied flatly, not looking up, “which is why the wife was distracting herself before she choked him to death.”

She glanced over her shoulder like the walls had ears, then stepped closer. “I think I know why your husband can’t… touch you. Why he’s impotent with women.” I arched my brow, already bored. “Enlighten me.” She leaned in, voice a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s gay, my lady.” I stared at her for a heartbeat, then I almost laughed. That pretty, soft spoken, impotent little husband of mine. Gay. Of course. It explained everything, the gentle eyes that never lingered too long on my body, the complete lack of hunger when I stood naked before him, the faint trace of color on his lips this morning that I’d mistaken for blood.

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

“I have to go. “ I declare “I will see you later. “ I head to the office where the new partner is waiting for me. Dominic goes to his father. We finish a few hours later, and we have dinner with the business partners. I make sure I sit as far away as possible from Dominic and it almost looks like we don’t even talk to each other. When the dinner ends, my driver takes me to the manor. I go into the house. Most of the servants have already gone to sleep so I am met only by the butler. “Good evening, Madam, “ he greets, “How was the trip? “ “Good, thank you. Is my husband here by any chance? “ “Certainly, “ He tips his head politely, “Would you like me to announce you are here, or ...” “Oh, no

"She probably had countless abortions. Anthony must've been desperate to sleep with her." "Anthony dumped his wife for her. I heard that his wife's mom died because of them. Well, karma's arrived." "He's a typical gold digger! He thought he had great potential, but he's nothing without his wife's family's support. It's too late for him now." On the day we proceeded with the divorce, Anthony looked utterly defeated. He stared at me and scowled. "Shirley, you did this to punish me. Are you happy now?"

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

I should have stopped him long ago. My husband had never brought another woman into our home. Never! Even when he forgot one of his phones while offshore, not a single call from a lady had come through. But this man, Solomon, wasn't even a family member to my husband, yet he was far too close. His presence in our lives was beginning to feel like an intrusion. I didn’t even realise when I clenched my fists. Anger churned within me. All these thoughts raced through my mind in mere seconds as my husband and I stood, waiting for Solomon to speak. Or was it just me waiting? My husband knew about this. He had always known. That look in his eyes this morning, when I had tried to draw him out with m

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I