The Husband Novel Novels & Stories

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

Chapter 28: Handover 2 AURORA A finance genius whose light was dimmed because of the man she married , that was who I was. The mistake I made because I wanted to fill the void in my heart… because he appeared to be a good man… because my father said he was a perfect godson. But was he a perfect husband to me? The mistake I made was getting married to Bryan and staying even when he treated me like trash after my father died. I was paying for those mistakes, and he was somewhere , either dead or alive?

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

Then I started typing. I continued from my previous work writing about that woman on her honeymoon. I wrote about the villa on a remote island with white curtains and a private beach and a guest cottage tucked behind a curtain of palm trees. I wrote about a husband who was kind and decent and completely unaware that his wife was slipping out of their bed every night to meet another man. I wrote about the other man, older and darker and utterly irresistible, the kind of man who drugged his own son to get what he wanted. I wrote about the blindfold and the silk cords and the way he made her beg. I wrote about the sound of the husband sleepwalking through the villa while his wife lay tangled wi

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

answered Lord Henry, "not at all, my dear Basil. You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties. I never know where my wife is, and my wife never knows what I am doing. When we meet—we do meet occasionally, when we dine out together, or go down to the Duke's—we tell each other the most absurd stories with the most serious faces. My wife is very good at it—much better, in fact, than I am. She never gets confused over her dates, and I always do. But when she does find me out, she makes no row at all. I sometimes wish she would; but she merely laughs at me." "I hate the way you talk about your marrie

My skin burned for ten minutes. Eli did not brush past me. He stopped in the doorway. He looked down at my bare feet, then at my face. He said nothing. He just waited. I realized then that he would not push. He would not pressure. He would stand in my doorway forever if that was what I wanted. That made him more dangerous than Luca. By far. I stepped aside. They walked in. And I closed the door behind them, knowing that everything was about to change. But I still did not know what my husband wanted. And I was terrified I was about to find out.

All I remembered was that the slap was loud, and I had a metallic taste in my mouth as if a fishbone had scratched the inner lining of my mouth. Now Oliver was the one being slapped. He covered his face, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Nonetheless, he quickly switched back to an innocent expression and asked anxiously, "Samantha, what did I do wrong to upset you?" Samantha shook her hand, then bent down and patted his face with the back of her fingers. With foundation on, his face looked even smoother and fairer than usual. "I've said this before. You can provoke Joshua however you like, but only he can be my husband," she said. "You've crossed the line this time."