The Husbands Novel Novels & Stories

“Is it because you don’t find me attractive like that anymore because we got married. Is it because I’m your wife. Was I more appealing as a girlfriend than a wife? Is it because it makes us feel old and too formal? Less exciting?” Casey just looked at her. She didn’t seem to get it one bit. At one point, the thought of possibly calling Klaire his wife drove him crazy. Most guys don’t lose interest in their partners when they become their wife and when they truly were head over heels for someone calling them their wife would honestly be enough to have them melt into a puddle. Casey was the same a while ago. Calling themselves wives and she called him husband was actually supposed to be a hug

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

I couldn't help but laugh. So, this was his so-called true love. They had not even been married that long and were already fighting each other. Who knew how long this love of his would last? Today, it was one slap. What about tomorrow? The day after? I was actually looking forward to it. When Regina came by later, she brought along a bottle of red wine. "Try this. It's this year's new product from the vineyard." We sat on the sofa and sipped on wine while going through financial reports. I had never felt better. Leaving that trash of a man behind, I lived every day in style and confidence. It was so much better than being a bitter, resentful wife at home.

After all, Alicia had never mentioned this to me. Seeing my confusion, Brian smiled and explained, "After you got married, I was heartbroken, so I went abroad. I met a fellow student there, and we got married. However, we later found out we were incompatible and got a divorce. All these years, I had never met anyone else who made my heart race." I didn't know what to say, but Brian reassured me. "Don't feel pressured, and just be yourself. This is my decision." I nodded and said nothing more as I ate dinner.

I was going to give up and walk back to my bed when I heard the irritating laughter that was obviously coming from the parasite clinging to my husband. I wonder if she knew that he was married. I always made sure not to get entangled with married guys because I always thought that if I did that, my own husband would cheat on me, but it seems all those were just fantasy wishes. “Is your wife at home?” The annoying voice asked. So she was aware that he was married, but still decided to follow him home. “I believe she should be. She hardly goes anywhere, from what I’m told,” He replied. It felt like they were standing in front of his door, purposely making that conversation with the intention o

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.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

“Who knows at present if they’ll be happy in the future? Love and marriage aren’t the same. Things can be super sweet while dating, but after marriage, everything returns to reality. Every single flaw a person deliberately hides while dating will be exposed without fail. A marriage will only last if they can tolerate each other to the end. “Mr. Bucham, you can’t cook, can you?” Josh replied honestly, “I’ve tried, but it wasn’t good. I could probably make something edible at best. Jasmine, is your standard for a husband someone who has to be great at cooking and housework?” He no longer called her “Ms. Sox”. He felt that after knowing each other for so long, continuing to address her that way

And I couldn't stop myself as I dashed forward to throw my arms around him. "Xavier!" I squealed excitedly. But the sound died in my throat as soon as it came, my body suddenly forcing itself to a halt. My husband was reaching into the car for something...or someone. He hadn't come alone. I watched in utter bewilderment as a pair of perfectly manicured hands were suddenly grabbing his arm for support. A woman. A tall, beautiful redhead woman was stepping out, right after him. Matching outfits and all smiles. They were close. Too close.