The Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Today was a lazy Friday morning, and the snow gently fell outside as she completed her morning prayers. Her husband, Harun, sat at the kitchen table, finishing his breakfast. He admired his wife's beauty and dedication to her faith. Little did their friends and neighbors know, Harun was merely Rishika's cuckold, never allowed to touch her or share her bed. Their marriage was a facade, a secret that Rishika kept hidden behind her devout Hindu practices.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

Is it wrong that I suspected my husband of wanting to kill me? I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but something has felt off. Originally, my husband Alan and I had met in college while in our undergrad program. We started dating and right after graduation, I married, who I thought to be, the man of my dreams and became his trophy housewife. I happily watched as Alan’s career sky-rocketed, and he reached his peak as a multi-millionaire. For the past five years, Alan has been an exceptional husband. Even with his thriving and busy company, he made sure our romance and relationship as husband and wife continues to thrive and grow stronger. I never felt the need to complain. Our lives were perfec

"You should, you need a man in your life." "Martha, I don't need men who I don't know very well. My husband decided to punish me by sending my porn to you guys but it didn't get to mom and dad and the rest of our extended family he had the contact. My lover didn't tell me of my son's boxing and he also killed him. What new surprises will I get from these men." "I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about."

Episode 1 My husband is the best man any woman will love to have. He's a fair, tall and handsome man. Faithful, loving, caring and understanding. Albeit, our wedding night was awkward. I laid on the bed waiting for him to join me ‘cause I promised to satisfy him to the fullest.

There was nothing new today except her story, and if I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with it. I clicked on it, expecting a photo dump of her free time, but all I got was a flyer for a gala she was attending. I had clicked on the next story, not caring much about it, but something overly familiar caught my eye, and I was tapping back. I had to be wrong; it couldn’t be… But it was, just as I had suspected. They were having a medical gala for gynecologists, and guess who was a fucking host? My husband. The man I was fucking married to, the one that had just made promises to me some days ago.

The husband remarried two years later, and he brought his new wife to this country. The same thing happened again. The ending is that the husband obtained a huge insurance payout by selling his wife to a nightclub. The husband, after receiving two compensations, was ready to give up because he had found true love. But later, true love sold him to the night scene, turning him into a human pig as well. After returning to his home country, he reported his death and received a huge insurance payout. And this true love was actually the best friend of the husband's first wife.

Chapter 2: MY BEST FRIEND’S HUSBAND FUCKS ME WHILE I WATCH MY HUSBAND RAIL HER — AND I CAN’T STOP CUMMING Alex’s thick cock is buried deep inside me before I can even catch my breath. He’s bent me over the edge of the bed, right beside where Ryan is already pounding into Lena. The position is obscene — I’m face-to-face with my own husband while his best friend’s cock stretches my married pussy. “Look at him,” Alex growls in my ear, his voice low and filthy as he starts thrusting. “Watch your husband fuck my wife while I ruin you.”