Novel & Cerita The Husbands Audiobook

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

And he told her that he’ll send it through text message, so she won’t forget. “What? So this is it?” she mumbled and entered the numbers. (Clank) She smiled proudly after hearing the clanking sound of the opening door. Her smile disappeared when her eyes caught her husband kissing another woman in the doorway. “What the heck?!” Audrey’s voice roared within the concrete walls. She felt the heat rising to her face, turning red in an instant. She exhaled to calm herself down and the carbon dioxide she emitted seemed to burn her nostrils as it felt like smoke coming from steam inside her system.

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

"However, you've just been quiet as if you're uncomfortable being here." "I'm good. I'm just… a little worried about my husband,” she touched her watch and rubbed it gently. “What… happened with your husband?” Anderson lowered his voice. "He's… okay," Claire shrugged, "I hope he's okay." "Claire," Anderson hold her hands, "what's wrong with him?" "He hasn't called me since last night, and I'm starting to worry about him," she lowered her head and took a deep breath, "I know it's ridiculous, but usually, I can always call him whenever and wherever he is."

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

It was a male's voice and one could tell he was trying to be cool and reserved, but I could hear the impatience in his voice. "Yes? And you are?" I swallowed, waiting for his reply. "Thank goodness, you finally answered. Don't tell me you can't recognize my voice. My love. It's me, your husband, Brown. Brown Smith." He said with an obsessed excitement in his voice. Husband? My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to sit properly. I gasped, trying to process the whole thing. I was married? How come I didn't remember? And how come he's just calling after three years? "Husband?" I asked, as I tried to recall, but it was only when I was struggling and crying for a man to stop whatever he was d