The Husbands Audiobook Novels & Stories

I felt like something inside me was breaking, splintering into pieces and I wasn’t sure before I could put it back together. My mind drifted to the earlier days of our marriage. The days he’d call me three times just to hear my voice. The nights we stayed up talking until morning. How we danced in the kitchen while cooking. How he’d carry me to bed when I fell asleep on the couch. How he’d tell me, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” What happened to that man? Where did he go? Who is this stranger wearing my husband’s face?

“Do you know if you have a daughter?” “Of course,” Aurora said immediately. “I have a daughter, Elara.” Dr. Henry hesitated slightly. “So… you do not know the man that just left?” Aurora frowned. “No,” she said. “Who is he?” Dr. Henry swallowed. “That’s your husband.” Aurora’s brows pulled together. “But my husband is dead,” she said. Dr. Henry’s eyes widened. “Ma’am,” he said quickly, “your husband is not dead. The man outside is your husband.”

He lingers in the space for a beat, eyes fixed on me before leaning back, his expression unreadable. “Follow me,” he says, his voice calm and commanding. I do. Trying my best to keep up with his long strides. Not only was my husband inexplicably tall, but one of his strides equalled two of mine, which made keeping up with him rather exhausting, Husband. The word stops me in my tracks. As of yesterday,whoasn’t even in a relationship and now I was married. Fucking married. Can you believe that?

“You’re thirty-three. Do you think you’re still young? This isn’t the old days. Stop clinging to nonsense ideals. Marrying her will be good for our family’s reputation. You’re a businessman, Ian. You should know the benefits.” Her tone softened for one poisonous second. “As long as she can be a good wife, that’s enough.” My fists tightened. The same manipulation, the same woman who once praised me as the perfect daughter-in-law. Ian’s face didn’t move. “I know, Mum.” “You always say you know,” she said. “But you never act on it.” The call ended. Ian slid the phone into his pocket and exhaled. I ducked deeper behind the pillar, certain he’d sense something was off. I waited—then heard his voi

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

Albert Chandler, an investor whom Jason and I worked with before. Philippa nodded and smiled gently. Jason was beaming at her, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration. They clearly looked like the happy couple to be wedded. At that moment, Philiippa touched her abdomen and said something to Jason. He immediately bent down to have a listen. Then, he chuckled happily. He swept her hair behind her ears, looking at her with so much affection. Everyone around them chuckled and raised their glasses in congratulations. Albert patted Jason on the shoulder, looking overjoyed.

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.

Instead, I heard soft, intimate sounds coming from the master bedroom. Even right under his wife's nose, they were chasing their thrill to the very end.

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.