The Other Husband Novels & Stories

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

"You're Neal's brother, and I'm his wife. This isn't right." Daley leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Doesn't that make it all the more exciting?" "Honey, are you taking a shower?" Neal's voice broke through, snapping me back to reality. "Yeah," I replied quickly. "Could you pick up some soy sauce? We're out." "Sure," he replied, and I heard him head out. Daley was about to pick up where we left off, but I pushed him away. "Daley, this was a mistake. Let's pretend it never happened."

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

When I looked up, Alpha Hades was still staring at me, with an unreadable expression. “Is that your husband?” he asked with a curious look on his face. I sighed and made a small, wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “My cheap husband has been MIA since we got married,” I replied with bitterness in my voice. “There’s no way he’d be the one to show up.” Alpha Hades didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze out toward the packhouse garden with a slightly tightened jaw and fist. Seems like he wasn't expecting the kind of response that I gave to him.

We continue to eat in silence. On The Other Side of The City “What information do you ladies have for me?” “My husband and son are fighting over her, not too long ago I saw him leave Mexico.” “You?” “She has my man and all of the Chavez’ including Ricco, the other Karno’s and the Rivera’s wrapped around her little finger she is dating them all.” “I have only seen her with my cousin Andros.” “Well, probably on one of her many dates, tonight could be someone else. She’s probably fucking all of them, what a slut.” “WHORE!!! SHUT UP YOU WILL HAVE RESPECT FOR MY FUTURE WIFE!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?” “Yes, sir.” They both said.

Then, I threw it straight at her face. “Hello everyone, I’m Yale Xenford. Wendy just introduced me as her husband on stage. After looking into the matter, I discovered that she and her student, Felix Lawrence, already registered their marriage in Malland.” Xavier immediately displayed their marriage records on the big screen. He also displayed the photos from their wedding ceremony at the church. [Holy crap, isn’t this bigamy? How could she do this?] [Did she think no one would find out just because it happened overseas? She was still pretending they were a loving couple moments ago! It’s no wonder Dr. Xenford couldn’t even look at her. She’s disgusting!]

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

he asks, acting offended. I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else. “Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.” “Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious. I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud. “Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers. “Shh,” her husband hisses.