The Husbands Audiobook Novels & Stories

After we got married, I realized that Adriano the boyfriend and Adriano the husband are two completely different species. The boyfriend version was easygoing, charming, borderline smug with how chill he seemed. The husband version spent half our honeymoon locked in a room talking to angry men in Italian for hours sometimes with the door closed. And God forbid I walk in, he’d slam his laptop shut like I was the FBI. Every time I asked what he was doing, he’d just kiss my forehead and say, “Nothing you need to worry about, bella.” I’m sorry, but if your husband spends three hours whispering in a foreign language on a secure line and emerges shirtless and stressed with a glass of whiskey at 11A

And this situation would be no exception. Leaning forward, his voice steady and unwavering, Adam enquired, "Who is your husband, that is what I'm asking." His words hung in the air, piercing through the tension that had enveloped the room. As he spoke, he released his clenched fist, a physical manifestation of his determination, and relaxed back into his seat. His fingers closed around the handle of his espresso cup, bringing it to his lips for a sip. The warmth of the liquid offered a momentary solace amidst the storm brewing within him.

“What?” I frown. “Men can’t go that long without sex.” My eyes start to roll, but I blink when I catch myself. This isn’t new. I’ve heard the talk more times than I would like, and each time was against my will. “The loyal ones can.” I can tell her, far from experience. My husband is having sex with Audrey, she need not worry about his dick. It’s gross, I don’t want to think about his dick but the wheel is already spinning down memory lane in my head.

He yelled back at her and she gulped in tears. “Nothing.” She muttered in response and sniffed. “When are we going back to Salado?” “Not anytime soon.” “I want to go home Damien, I don't want to stay here.” “Okay, can you quit whining? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked and Audrey shook her head, she has been crying all morning because she slept with Derek, and now it was worse because he is her husband’s brother. ********* “He is really married.” Mrs. Robbin said looking at her husband as she glanced through a book.

However, she really needs her friend in this situation, especially given Adrian's status as a psychiatrist. "My husband has another wife." "What?! What a scoundrel is your husband! Is his brain malfunctioning? Why can he do that?" Azzura had not finished telling the story; Adrian had already cut off the conversation. Usually, he is always calm, but if it concerns Azzura, Adrian will not be able to be. It is indeed difficult when dealing with a woman you love. Azzura took a deep breath. "Calm down first, Ad. It's not what you think."

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” “Is that why this has lasted so long?” He took a quiet breath, considering his answer. “Partially. But a lot of it has to do with who your husband is.” “But you had no idea who he was for the first month.” He was quiet again, choosing his answer carefully. “Then that was all you.”

“As for anything else, you don’t need to say it, and we don’t want to hear it.” I had just finished speaking when Wanda dragged her son, Timothy, over. She looked at me full of hostility. Her face seemed to have aged by at least ten years, lined with worry and exhaustion. She glanced at me fearfully and warily, then yanked Koah by the ear and shouted fiercely, “Koah, you useless man! You think you can come crawling back? Do you think anyone cares about you?” “You’re my husband, and you’re Timothy’s father. You’ll never get rid of us in this lifetime!”

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

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.

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.