The Ultimate Husband Novel Complete Novels & Stories

“Come on, put that tea in your mouth. Or do you want me to drink it for you.” "No need! I can do it myself.” he said fiercely. Finally the man gulp the herbal liquid into his throat. Despite the slight nausea and compulsion, he was able to finish the tea in one gulp. Great! My husband is great and tough. "You're happy now! I'm leaving now." "Well, have a nice day. See you at lunch my beloved husband.” I rushed into his arms and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. After that Kane literally walked out of our house.

“Alice, please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” I turned my head slowly toward her, and the cold in my chest transformed into something sharp. “Harder?” I repeated, incredulous. My laugh came out jagged. “You slept with his cousin the night I ruined my life, you married that cousin, you just became a widow, and now you’re sitting in my husband’s car like you own him. You’re telling me not to make it hard?” Her eyes glistened. If she’d been alone, maybe I would’ve believed the tears. But pressed against David’s shoulder, looking safe and cherished, she looked like a saint in a painting.

And here I was, locked in my own bedroom while my husband comforted another woman in my hallway. I was tired. So incredibly, bone-deep tired. I buried my face in my knees and finally let myself acknowledge the truth I'd been avoiding for thirteen months. This marriage was over. It had been over the moment Mia came back into our lives. I’d just been too afraid to admit it, and too scared to drag Theo into a life as a rogue with me. But I didn’t know how much longer I could keep holding on...

Axella rebuffed taking a sip of water. "I wouldn't replace my man for anyone else even if the option was Don Ricardo." Nat replied absentmindedly still toiling with her phone Jean stared at the woman beside her and almost let out a scoff. She was making it look like she has a relationship with Ricardo. Jean was sure this was going to cause trouble for whoever Nat was married to. Axella burned in anger at Natalie's last words,her seat became uncomfortable and she stood up. Axella was angry that she couldn't get Natalie angry.

he murmured, before capturing my lips in a soft, deeply tender kiss. As we stood on the balcony, wrapped in each other's arms under the starlight, I looked out at the vast world before us. The pain, the loneliness, and the dark betrayals of the last five years were finally gone, washed away by the light of a new beginning. We had survived the ultimate test, and as I leaned into my husband’s chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart, I knew that nothing would ever be able to tear us apart again. Our story had finally found its perfect, happy ending. The End.

He called Sandra up on the platform with him and she knelt at his feet as a slave should, open and exposed. "This slave has been my wife for over thirty-five years. The best thing I ever did in my life was making her my wife. The second best thing was making her my slave. She did so part-time for a number of years as it was something I attempted to keep from my children. Fat lot of good it did, keeping it from them, as I have a Dominant son with three slaves of his own and a submissive daughter. But they reached this point on their own without any encouragement from me, so that's good. Since I no longer had to hide it from anyone, she recently agreed to be my full time slave, and I have to s

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

Not once had I managed to get him to come home. In the past, my lies had failed. And now, there was no more need for lies. "Save your ultimatums. The divorce papers are already prepared. They're on Stella's nightstand. Just sign them and let’s get this over with as soon as possible."

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

His voice was a low growl, barely audible. “You’re mine, Elena,” he said quietly, as if making a promise to himself. “And I swear… no one’s ever touching you again.” Outside, the world kept spinning, blind to the truth. Reporters fought for front row positions outside the estate’s gates, drones hovered over the perimeter, and the name Thorne trended worldwide with hashtags of mourning and conspiracy. But inside, the “dead” husband and wife lay side by side in the quiet safety of the estate’s medical wing, one watching, one still trapped in darkness.