The Husbands Novel Novels & Stories

Hannah I thought my life was perfect, and my marriage was happy. Every woman must be happy when they have a good, caring, and handsome husband. And our marriage was blessed with an intelligent and handsome son. I felt proud and blessed to be his mother. Without realizing it, small cracks had appeared in our marriage long ago. One day, an event tickled my intuition as a wife who had been dulled because I thought everything was fine and perfect. Afterward, lie after lie opened my eyes wider until I felt that true love was just a brag and no longer existed in this world.

And marriage is only a contract between two individuals just to satisfy either the community custom or by obligation, by need for more fortune or to solve a more complex problem. His car parked in the field then he got out, still dressed as usual, elegantly beautiful and quite cute. Over three feet tall. Ilse walked to the door of his house. His gait was often the straightest it looked like he had learned to do it from a young age. Yes, wealth suits him well. He entered, left the large lower living room, went up the stairs to the bedrooms. The silence in the apartment was a little more suspicious to him. In front of his room he opened the door, went in to get rid of his jacket. For no reason

Andre stammered. As the ladies ushered Enza upstairs to change, he headed to the exit. He heard the whispers of other ladies . Many of them wondering what was going on with their men. One of the ladies complained that her husband had nearly ripped all of her clothes off in the middle of a friends wedding. Another mentioned that she had to make love to her husband twice before getting there and he remained ravenous. He heard bits of stories from a few more women as he went outside.

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND One year. It had been one year since Alessia had arrived at the capital with three frightened children and a heart full of uncertainty. One year since she'd discovered the kind officer from the train was her husband. One year since their lives had changed forever. And now, on the anniversary of that reunion, Sebastian had a proposal. "Marry me again," he said one morning as they sat with coffee, watching the sun rise over the city. Alessia looked at him, confused. "We're already married."

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?

The journey continues, and I promise I will not leave you waiting long. My next book is already on the app- PUNISHED BY HUSBAND, FORCED BY BIKER DADDIES . I am pouring everything into it — new voices, deeper silences, and perhaps a few answers to the questions this one raised. BLURB- My husband thought cheating would break me but he was wrong. I let him keep his lover… and took his pack and three alpha bikers wolves bound by loyalty and blood… and me... their human mate with a hunger for revenge.

“Is he working on the houses and buildings of people? Or he's working over another woman?” I froze when she showed me a picture on her phone. I saw my husband there, kissing another woman. “How can you explain that, Faith?” She asked me again. I remained standing there, out of words. “Is everything fine, Faith? I thought you're starting over?” Lucas now stepped up and meddled. I moved my eyes around as I felt my tears welling out again. I tried to compose myself, will still try to cover this up. “We’re fine…it's not him,” I said as if I was so sure.