Novel & Cerita The Wicker Husband

Setting my cup down, I said, "I'm sure Ms. Sherwood must've revealed some of my intentions to you. Although nothing is spelled out yet, you're a smart man, Mr. Lawson. I'm sure you know what I want." Hugo studied me carefully before commenting, "Everyone says that you and your husband are an extremely loving couple." Then, with a mocking chuckle, he continued, "I guess rumors will always be rumors—empty words without any evidence." I placed the information I brought with me on the table, but Hugo eyed me suspiciously and didn't move. I was in no rush, however. In the end, Hugo took the document. The more he read it, the brighter the gleam in his eyes became.

She got better there and planned to meet her husband at her father-in-law's birthday. “Jessica caused a significant stir out there, sir. She had the situation in control. But one little mistake and her plan backfired. Her husband used her outburst against her to show that she's mentally ill. He told everyone that she was schizophrenic. Since the party consisted of his side of the family, they believed him. He then gave her some sedatives in the name of medicines and she passed out in his arms. And from there he sent her right to the mental institution.” “So… This is the story. Jessica is the main character. Do you want to know who the villain and the husband are in her story, sir?”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"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?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

I stared at the cold muzzle of his gun and let out a short, derisive laugh. The laughter made him freeze, and he quickly shoved the gun back into its holster. However, even with the weapon lowered, that air of arrogance still clung to him. “Come home with me,” Gideon said. “Why should I?” I shot back. “I’m your husband,” he answered. “Husband?” Zerrick scoffed. “Don Wade, I even attended your wedding in person and dropped ten million dollars in cash as a gift. If I remember correctly, your wife’s name is… Bella Quinn?”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.