The Other Husband Novels & Stories

He felt the weight of the word, of the truth, hanging in the air. It wasn’t just a label—it was the recognition of all the love and loss and fear tangled up in one terrible moment. “Husband,” he said, the word leaving his mouth with a strange finality. The air in the room felt colder suddenly. "I'm his Alpha." The doctor nodded, scribbling something on the chart. “That will help us with decisions later on. We’ll do everything we can.” But Ezra didn’t hear him anymore. The words were a blur, fading into the background as he held onto the only thing that mattered—the only thing that was still real. His husband.

"Sorry for disturbing." The two of them had just reached the entrance when I stood up and raised my voice. "Since all the leaders of the fashion media industry are here tonight, I'd like to say something. "Simon Jensen and I are legally married. And while our marriage was still in effect, he cheated on me with Angela Stewart."

my husband explained, and I nodded. He looked at his best friend before leaving, and Jayden seemed as confused as I was. Simon and Maryna were so wrapped up in each other that when I noticed, they were stumbling and bumping into me. “For God's sake, get a room!” Jayden demanded, huffing in irritation. “Yeah, have some compassion for the singles!” Jessi grumbled in her always loud voice. “Now, besides everything, there’s no respect left in this company,” Hanna muttered, and even wrapped in the arms of the man she loved, Maryna couldn’t let it slide.

he said and that was a yes in Nala’s book as he didn’t say John had to sign the papers as well. “By the way, your husband isn’t the only cheater as your sister’s husband can’t keep his little member in his pants despite being married,” he told Nala and he watched a huge smile appear on her face. “Really?!” Nala exclaimed with excitement. “Aren’t you supposed to be sad on her behalf?” He asked even though he knew the answer.

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.

Alex leans forward and asks in a firm tone, “You’ve been married twice, just like Olivia. Can you tell us more about that?” Henry doesn’t flinch at the question. Instead, he takes a deep breath before speaking up. “Yes, I’ve been married twice. My first wife was a wonderful woman, but she passed away from cancer. After some time, I remarried—not for love, but to help a woman in need. She had been in an abusive relationship and had a young son. Tragically, she also passed away a few years ago due to illness. I have two sons—one is my biological son, and the other is my stepson. We’re close, and I’ve done my best to support them.”

The other woman, twenty-nine, had spent the last hour letting her foot rest against the first husband’s calf; her partner, thirty-four, had stopped pretending he wasn’t staring at the first woman’s mouth. The decision arrived without a formal speech. A longer look. A nod. The first husband leaned in and kissed his wife once, slow, then stood and offered his hand to the other woman. She took it. The second husband moved at the same time, settling onto the couch beside the first wife. The initial awkwardness lasted less than a minute. The moment each of them watched their own partner being touched by someone else, the last of the hesitation burned away.

Not hearing anything from him and she already believed that he must have found someone else and already living his life. She on the other hand couldn't even look at another man differently no matter how desperate she tried. Every man that she came across only gave her the normal hearty vibes and not one that would have one's heart swoon and moan aloud. Even Azazel who was her husband was her friend. She knew no romantic relationship existed between the two of them but they enjoyed this marriage as a way of concealing themselves.

The sight of happy couples strolling along the shore only heightened the pathetic reality of my solitude. Standing under the palm trees, I met his gaze and spoke with deliberate intent, "My husband is actually a terrible man. The day after we got married, he was already thinking about someone else. He detests me and treats me with utter contempt. But given his family's immense power, I'm trapped..." Jenson immediately exploded with moral indignation. "What a scoundrel!" The moment he finished cursing, he sneezed. Yet when he looked at me again, there was suddenly a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes.

I clutched the mangled bracelet in my fist. I looked him dead in the eye. "My husband gave it to me." My. Husband. Those two words made Julian's face turn to stone. "Your… husband?" he repeated, like he couldn't process the word. "That's right." Julian staggered back a step, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You… you're with another man? You got married?" "Is that so strange?" "Of course it's strange!" Julian exploded, his voice echoing down the hall. "Two years! It's only been two years! How could you move on so fast—"