The Husbands Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Gosh, how could Noah do something so awful? He acted like such an honorable man, but he was secretly planning to rob you blind just to support his side piece." But the next second, Audrey violently shoved him away. "What the hell are you talking about? Noah was my husband, and I trust him! I'm not going to let you sit here and ruin his reputation!" She lunged forward, seizing the woman by her collar. "Who the hell do you think you are, crashing my husband's funeral? I know the man I married, and I'll never believe a single word out of your mouth!"

He heaved a sigh as he massaged the space at the back of his neck, did he even have the right to say what he wanted to say? “I am her husband” he finally dropped the bombshell and even Bunny froze. Did the big boss just accept the fact that Audrey was his wife? “Husband?” The old lady was really stunned, “she never told me she had one by the way” “We got off on the wrong foot, that’s why I am trying to find her and do right by her” his voice was laced with pain and sadness, he really messed up. “Actually” her face lit up, “she forgot something in a hurry and i had to keep it hoping for the day she might come back for it”

If he knew that it wasn’t the case, instead, Audrey was supposed to attend a party, he wouldn’t just get annoyed. Meanwhile, he couldn’t stop wondering where her husband was in times like that. Tristan knew to whom Audrey got married and to think that man seemed to live a carefree life with all the movies and dramas where he was the main lead while his wife was giving birth to their son in the driver’s seat of her car beyond his comprehension. “This is a hopeless case. Really, I didn’t even want to see her again. She’s married now and should have a happy life. It’s not my place to interfere, huh.”

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

ELORA’S POV “Your husband is getting married right now at Drexel’s church.” The deep masculine voice on the other end stated, causing me to chuckle slightly. “I have no time for jokes. My husband is on a business trip, so try tricking someone else.” I snapped, slightly annoyed, before proceeding to end the call. “He was right after all, and you are just so gullible.” The voice responded before the line went silent. He had hung up.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

“Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a little jealous?” I was once again stunned by what I heard. After walking for some time, Zachary finally stopped and turned to look at me. “Is that man very close to you? Don’t linger at the gate speaking with outsiders in the future.” Then another thought followed, full of resentment and dissatisfaction. “She and I have never spoken for that long before.” I stared at him in bewilderment, unable to make sense of him. Was he not supposed to be a man ruled by his appetite, one who found every pretty woman irresistibl

Henry asked and Asher frowned. "Um... What?" Asher asked. "Excuse Me, Sir... Did you met your wife? She just walked past from here?" The same reception asked and Henry frowned at her question. "Fuck my life." Asher cursed himself scratching the back of his neck. "His wife?" Henry asked confusingly. "Yeah. His wife... Umm... I mean, He said he is Mrs. Olivia Madison son in law." The receptionist answered and Henry looked at him angrily. "Um... Yes. Please leave us alone." Henry replied and the receptionist walked away.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

Time passed slowly as I sat in the mourning hall. As I recalled every moment between my husband, Anthony Brosnan, and me over the past few years, I felt that it was laughable. After handling the funeral arrangements, I made a phone call. A sneer came from the other end of the line. "Shirley, why are you calling me now? Don't tell me you want to catch up with me and tell me all about your happy life?" "I regret it. I regret marrying him. Alicia, my mom passed away. I…"