The Other Husband Novels & Stories

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

Amy retorted. "I am your husband, it's crucial I know such information". "That is none of your business and no you are not my husband". "You just called me your husband right in front of my ex". "You should thank me, I did that to save you from her. We are not husband and wife to ourselves, we may be husband and wife to other people but we are just strangers living together bound by a contract and..." Reynolds leaned over and ran his hand through her hair cutting her off.

}} ** it's not cheating, we are both aware of it and take part in it together and enjoy ourselves together along with the other couple who we'd really like to be you, so how about it? {{ I'm sorry but I can't imagine myself looking at my husband having s*x with another woman right in front of me, there's no way so no, you'd have to find a different couple to join the fun with you }} ( does she speak for both of you? ) the guy looked at me expecting me to say no or something but bruh, I am p***y whipped and faithful so I’m sorry but not really << she most certainly does speak for us both, I also would not be able to watch another man fk her or be able to stomach the thought of having another

In a theatrical whisper, he said, “It is that man I saw on the TV with you. I think he is your husband? Yes, that one. Such a wicked soul,” he said with disgust on his face right before he forked some lobsters into his mouth. “There are many men with me on the TV, many have acted as my husbands before too. Which one of them are you talking about?” Tanya asked with confusion on her face. “I mean the…” he cleared his throat and drank wine to wash down the hastily chewed food. “The real one. The one you married instead of Martinez. What is that name I hear people call him? Yes, Mr. Taiwo. That one.”

"Did you just cast me aside the second I stopped being useful to you?" "Mr. Sterling!" I gasped, my cheeks flaring with heat. ‘Why was he making it sound so scandalous!’ His chuckle faded into a heavy silence. "Christ, Arabella... Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "W-what did I do?" I lifted my head, meeting a pair of intense gray eyes. Damian was watching me with a look so deep, so possessive, that it made my pulse jump. "Most women would be in tears by now if they heard their husband speak about them with such disdain," he said quietly.

Interesting. “Ah yes. Forgive my manners. I am Cynthia Rossi and this is my dear husband, Charles. We are dear friends of the family.” I shake them both as hastily as I can, eager to be rid of the woman especially. She gives me the creeps. Her husband on the other hand doesn’t so much as say a word. It seems like Cynthia holds all the reigns in their marriage. I suddenly feel sorry for the man.

How could he accept such an insult? He interjected, "Ms. Shonda, what on earth are you insinuating? How could we know their family affairs? Besides, everyone here didn't work with Mr. Moore solely out of respect for Ms. Kidman. Now, this whole mess just dragged us into unnecessary trouble. Honestly…" Henry Fisher, who was also a business partner of the Eternal Group, chimed in with displeasure. "Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?"

One guy replied. I stopped in my tracks from turning around hearing the other half of the words. “He is not her husband, Sir. He is Ex-husband. She is again married to another guy.” One Madam said. “Oh! So our trustee is actually her ex-husband, and that is why they both were uncomfortable four days back in the meeting.” He said and frowned at his words. “Who are you mister?” that’s Madam asked me. “Her husband!” I replied and walked outside the college.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.