The Husbands Audiobook Novels & Stories

Huhu! I ignored this man with me here in the room, He doesn't look at me, he doesn't care, he just let me and I know that he was also forced to this arrange marriage. Yes, we talked before but I really can't imagine that this person is my husband. he was just my classmate yesterday and now he is my Husband? I hope everything is just a dream. But not. "We're Married." I am now Mrs. Quinlee Velez Ford and he is now my husband.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

he installed a security cam and a sensor that would alert him if someone tried to break into the house. “What has distracted you today?” A foreigner who was staring at him inquired. The man is the head of the surgery department and his childhood friend. “Did the missus fight with you again?” Ren nods, “I made her mad?” The foreign man laughed and said, “Didn’t you always do that? Why don’t you tell me what happened?” He urges Ren Liu to tell him how he made the Missus mad at him again. Ren Liu told his friend about what happened to his wife and how her attitude towards him had changed. At the end of the narration, his friend is already resisting stabbing him a thousand times. How could this

"That sounds fun. I'll freshen up in Raymond's mansion, I haven't been there before and I'll like to see what I saw on video in person." Diana chuckled. "You will be blown away " I got a video call from Martha, my sister. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" Martha asked. "You look like you resurrected from horror." "My husband happened." "Oh, that handsome man happened. Wait, you guys are fighting again?" "Yes, like we always do." "Whatever that happens, I hope you guys never separate. You guys are so good together, two crazy couples." "Martha, the last time you called I cut the call, don't make me do it again."

Even in a room full of dangerous, hardened men, the subtle tension and strange dynamic between the two newly married husbands somehow felt like the most interesting thing happening. Alexander continued the meeting with his usual efficiency, discussing upcoming business, territory matters, and potential threats. Aiden stayed quiet, listening carefully. He didn’t understand half of what they were talking about, but he was smart enough to know this world operated on power, respect, and fear. And right now, he was standing at the center of it — as Alexander King Costello’s husband. One of the men, a stocky guy with a thick beard, finally spoke directly to Aiden. “You know what you’re getting int

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

If it was just me, I probably would have continued behaving like an ass, but fortunately my wife did proper introductions. "My name is Jennifer and my husband's name is Jim. And despite his behavior, he's a normal guy who actually does make good waffles." Our new guest, clearly happy that we appeared to be actually nice people, said, "I'm Olivia and this is my husband, Ken." He smiled and raised his coffee mug to acknowledge his wife while biting into a bagel.

“You’re sobbing over a woman who spent the entire movie avoiding basic communication. You’re going to stress yourself and this baby into an early delivery.” “I can’t help it,” I mumbled between mouthfuls of kiwi and mango. “He made her a scrapbook, Katie. A scrapbook!” She rolled her eyes so hard I was sure they touched the back of her skull, then flicked the channel without hesitation. The screen jumped to a live news broadcast. “…and there he is—Axel Grayson, CEO of AXEVY SEA STUFFY—officially opening their third East Coast distribution center…” And there he was. My husband. My impossibly handsome, infuriatingly poised husband in his suit, smile like a damn movie star, hair slicked back wi

"My....husband, he's a lot like that. He is a CEO here. He views the entire world through spreadsheets, transactions, and contracts. Everything has to be perfect." Alura’s fingers tightened around her napkin. The word 'husband' sent a familiar, heavy ache through her chest. She swallowed hard, looking across the table at Abigail’s gentle face. Which looked slightly sad even though she tried hard to hide it. It made Alura worried, wasn't she being treated well by the husband. "Is he....difficult?" Alura asked carefully, her voice dropping below the loud laughter of their friends. What she intended to say was, is her husband mean to her, but she didn't want to assume things.