The Husbands Book Review Novels & Stories

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Because he was charismatic and intense and magnetic, and I was just me. The bathroom door swung open and a man walked in, giving me a strange look as I stood there dripping water onto the floor. I grabbed a paper towel and dried my face and walked back out into the store. The women were still gathered around the display table, still talking, still laughing, still completely unaware that the husband they were discussing was standing fifteen feet away with his heart in his throat. "I heard the author is married in real life," one of them was saying. "Can you imagine being her husband and reading this book? Knowing she wrote those scenes about someone else?"

He didn't even look up at me, instead just looking at his plate, like I am just a display here. My excitement turned to despair as the minutes went by. I had expected an event to remember with my husband, but it felt more like an unwanted interruption in his hectic day. I tried to hide my disappointment, but despite my efforts not to feel the dread and distrust that had been building in my heart for the past few weeks deepened. I don't know if everything is really normal for us or if this is the beginning of the destruction of our marriage. "You seemed not happy that I am here, Lucas," I stated with a matter of fact. I wasn't planning to say all those things out loud. But once it escaped my

At this point, if he finds out Elijah's doings, he might actually kill him. “Is it because of your husband?” His voice became sharper. I gulped while I was lost for words. “N-No, of course not. It's not like that, Lu—” “Then who the hell is that guy flirting and kissing a damn woman?” My lips parted when he pointed them in the restaurant near the place of my shop at the mall. There was Elijah, my husband, with another woman sitting on his lap, kissing him and he was responding freely. It wasn't new to me. But the fact that Lily and Lucas are right here witnessing it—that is what terrifies and embarrasses me.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

her husband said that caused my brow to furrow. “His eyes, my dear. The way he looks at your lips when you speak. The way his eyes gleam as he looks at your eyes when you smile. That is how my husband looks at me from the very first day 'till today. That is how a husband looks at his wife that he wants to spend his whole life with. And the way your eyes smile when you see him and the way it sparkles when you hear his voice? I bet both of your eyes wouldn't look at others the way you look at each other.”

My husband is the best man in the world! Running his fingers through Hilda's hair, Nathan suddenly thought of something and reminded, "Try not to get into conflict with Olivera." Hilda nodded. "Alright." Since they are from his mother's side, her family members are important to Nathan. If I get into a dispute with Olivera, he'll be in a difficult situation. Therefore, I can't be so wilful and always let him clean up the mess for me. After dancing for a while, Nathan fished out a pornographic book, titled '100 Positions for Married Couples'.

Just reading the title, Claire's forehead was already furrowed. “What is this book?” out of curiosity, Claire opened the book by flipping through the pages. Then she was even more surprised because on the next page, there was a table of contents. All the sentences in the table of contents made Claire's head spin. “How to make your husband hotter during sex, how to do exercises to make your body sexier, what should a wife do during sex to make her husband satisfied?” Claire's face turned red reading the contents. What kind of book is this?

It was a sadistic kind of anticipation that my husband wouldn't fare well in. "This morning? What on earth took you so long to get here?" she asked as she passed mugs and dessert plates around the island in the kitchen. This was where his plan came to a grinding halt. I loved my husband, but when it came to matters of the heart, he didn't take calculated risks—he went all in with everything he had. It was part of what made him such an amazing man and incredible lover—although, I didn't get the impression Brock and Susan Carpenter were going to be besotted with his admission.

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”