The Husbands Novel Novels & Stories

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Claire said, gesturing to them with a casual wave of her hand as if she were introducing a new set of appetisers. My eyes went wide, my hand freezing as I reached for the glass of water. "Husbands?" I asked, the word feeling clumsy and heavy in my mouth. "Yes, husbands. Mark, Philip, and Carl," Claire said, her tone as effortless as if she were describing the weather. I blinked, trying to make the math work. I knew Claire was unconventional, but this was a reality I hadn't prepared for. "You have three husbands?" Claire let out a soft, melodic laugh. "Well, three are on the document and one is not. I have four husbands, Eden."

“What did you go in there to do? Did you go there to fuck someone? Who was it? Who did you go there to see?” Nova rolled her eyes, her expression one of pure pity. She pushed his chest, creating space between them. “Last I checked, Aaron, we were in an open marriage. You made that very clear. So why the hell are you suddenly concerned about what I do with my body?” “Because I am your fucking husband!” he roared, his voice echoing in the hallway. Nova didn’t shrink away. Instead, she let out a soft, mocking laugh that cut deeper than any insult.

I am not going to let him mock my husband the way he did back in high school, things are way different now. "And I am for 10 years now and we have one amazing baby girl," I said with my head up high, not in a dramatic way though. "He's one lucky dude." He winked at me. I opened up my novel again pretending to read, I can't just concentrate knowing his just seated there. "So trouble in paradise?" I turned on hearing his words. "Excuse me?" "All the times seen you, you have been alone. So where your husband at?" He took a glass of wine from the waitress that's passing by.

she answered confidently — until I asked: “Tell me… how long have you been seeing the man who is not your husband. Months,or probably more than a year?” Her lips parted.Her chest rose. Her throat struggled for air. “I’m not cheating on my husband,” she whispered — a lie disguised as dignity — before drinking. They still thought it was a coincidence. They didn’t yet understand. I already knew their sins. Their secrets belonged to me long before the game began. And that was the real thrill. The bottle spun again — and stopped at Ian.

It was weird seeing them with their husbands and boyfriends and as I was introduced I was amused at some of the things that went through my mind. "I know how big your cock is." "I know something you don't know. I know your wife was on somebody else's back seat on Tuesday." I was surprised to see Anna there alone. Although I'd never heard a word from her about her husband she was wearing wedding rings. When I asked her where he was she gave a short bark of a laugh. "The asshole left me three years ago for a young bimbo he worked with. I keep the rings to remind me that all men are assholes and can't be trusted. Look at you. Your hubby is in New York fucking his secretary; the guys that the gi

Never discusses his personal life. Napakunot-noo ako. "How can he be publicly single if we're married?" Napatingin ako kay Grace. Nagkibit-balikat siya. "Baka tinatago ka niya." "Alam mo, Grace." "What?" "Stop watching dramas." Tumawa siya. Pero sa totoo lang, pareho kaming nagtataka. Kung totoo ang marriage certificate, bakit wala ni isang balita tungkol sa asawa niya?

Still, mindful of Zachary’s position, Simon managed to force a strained smile. “Naturally, the affairs between husband and wife are not for me to interfere in. However, Harriet and I share a long-standing bond. As something of an elder brother of hers, I merely thought to offer her a few words of advice.” Zachary’s expression turned unmistakably dark. “That will not be necessary. You may leave.” With that, he took my wrist and led me back into the courtyard without looking back. His thoughts reached me clearly. “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 li

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

Fallon I forgot the time when I was talking with the wives. I only realized two hours had passed since I joined them when their husbands returned. I was enjoying telling the story of an innocent bar waitress seduced by a lustful, pathetic mafia man who almost begged to be wed to me. I held my laugh when I saw my supposed husband coming my way, dripping with sweat and unaware of all the humiliating fake scenes I told the wives. I covered my breath hitch with a smile when he immediately wrapped his arms around me as soon as he returned. I noticed the wives' eyes on us so I decided to solidify my stories by showing him so submissive of me.