The Other Husband Novels & Stories

Then she looked at her friend as she asked curiously, "But why did her husband not come to visit her, at least for the sake of their child?! Ah, some men are wicked o! Can't he behave like his father at least?!" "Husband for where?!" her friend answered spitefully as she twisted her mouth in derision and then hissed softly to drive home her point. "Don't you read the papers?! Her husband has since married another woman and is living in America with her!" "Ah! The woman has suffered o!" her friend lamented. She lowered her voice as she whispered conspiratorially to her friend. "So which one is Dr. Omagbemi's own? He's behaving as if the woman is his wife; he spends every of his free time ther

We have already expected high profile individuals from different walks of life would come to this occasion. As a Montefalco, it was truly an honor to be here, that is of course, if only my family would be so glad to have me in. Apparently, it would only be grandma who was the only one left caring about me in this family. My husband doesn’t want our marriage to continue because he preferred to have his first love—also currently his mistress—as his wife instead of me, even my mother-in-law whom I though was caring to me at first was all just a show-off.

Said Celea interrupting them " See?!" The husband exclaimed happily at Celeas words happy that he got away while the wife was now looking at Celea with knitted eyebrows " He didn't just cheat with your friend but your mom, sister, cousin and…wow even your brother George. Damn goblin you really just said ' equality' " The smile of relief the husband had a few moments ago disappeared completely as if it was never there to beginning with instead he only had terror written on his face while the wife gave him the death stare.

I swallowed hard, hot liquid streaking down my cheeks while Cesca planted herself in front of me. “It's okay, it's okay, baby girl. You should confront him.” I used the back of my palm to wipe my tears as my fingers dug deep into my palm. “Interesting.” The word wasn't loud, but I could recognize that voice anywhere. I looked up immediately. Slowly, my husband turned, irritation already forming on his face, until it wasn't. Until it changed into something else. Something cautious, respectful, almost… tense. “It seems,” he continued, disgust visible in his face as his eyes glued onto Olivia, “you've forgotten who your wife is.”

The reputation they all knew him for was not who she knew. “ a man who can barely stand the presence of another lady aside from that of his wife, a man who has never been seen with another woman despite the rumors circulating of him having a multitude of women. Clair we all know someone is tarnishing his image but if you must know my husband only has eyes for me… something we can't say about your marriage” Clair raised her hands but it's held amidst the air. Emilia felt herself wrapped in the embrace of a familiar scent. She looked up to the eyes of her husband. Mark roughly pushed his wife to the floor.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

Some came over to say hello. "Good morning, Shannon and Gary! The three of you are always here for every Family Day, unlike my husband, Jake. He always says that he's busy at work and doesn't care about his child at all." Shannon replied awkwardly and Gary tried to avoid eye contact. I couldn't help but ask, "Gary, so this is the one day you were talking about?" Gary became infuriated and grabbed my arm. "Jasmine, there are a lot of people here. Let's not make a scene."

How can she say those words to her disabled husband? A second video was posted of the father and son, Yuan Rui was laying on his stomach on the bed with Shaotian by his head, when the video started playing everyone saw how Shaotian was kicking his legs and arms and heard, “Another one,” from Yuan Rui and Shaotian yelled. “Oh yes my boy, and another one,” he said again receiving another scream of excitement. Yuan Rui looked up at the camera and said to his wife, “He really enjoys screaming.”

His wife looked very devastated. "Tell me what happened?" He asked gently, before caressing her back in a comforting manner. "Nothing." She closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest so that she could feel the heartbeat of her husband. His heartbeat was a reminder that she was still alive. Xia doesn’t know what happened. The last thing she remembered was dying from a knife plunged deep into her chest. Her husband arrived too late. He was crying, wanting to save her. He kept on telling her how much he loved her.

“To fucking hell with the arrest warrant! You have no right to arrest my WIFE over nothing!” His words were dangerous, filled with possession. The tension around him felt heavy, even suffocating, and Thalia could only stand there, trembling, her wrists still held by the officers. Thalia's eyes flicked to him, to her husband, to the man she loves, her man.George wasn’t even looking at her. His jaw was tight, his shoulders broad and rigid under his dark suit. His eyes, those cold, furious eyes, were fixed on the officers instead. She knew that look. It wasn’t the first time he’d lost control, but this time, the rage wasn’t for himself, it was for her.