The Wicker Husband Novels & Stories

She hissed. She don’t care? Tsk. “Your husband is here in The Elements. He’s so drunk, maybe you want to fetch your husband??” I was suddenly nervous. Waiting for my wife’s answer. “Mara what are you saying?! He is your husband but you don’t care at all?! Did you fight?! I will let him here but what if someone took advantage of your husband’s drunk state?” She scolded her. “Mara!” I can hear frustration in her voice.

There was a nagging thought on the fringes of his mind, but sadly, no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't seem to get a hold of it. Releasing a frustrated sigh, Nick brushed back his brown hair and looked his wife in the eyes. "Shamsiya, I know I wasn't the best husband..." "Haha! Best? Were you even a husband?" Shamsiya interrupted, throwing back her head and laughing mockingly. "If you haven't realized, husbands don't live off their wives. They support them and protect them from the preying eyes of other men. Not only did you live off me and treat me lower than a slave, but you also sold me off to another man. Nick Jackson, you've lost the right to call yourself a husband a long

The jackass even went as far as planning a date for them. A rooftop date! Just how much more insults would he throw in my face? How was that slut better than me? She did not, could not and would never hold a candle to neither my beauty nor my grace. And then there was the case of her stupid husband who couldn't see what the hell was going on. His wife was being shagged right under his very nose but the idiot didn't realize and he pissed me off way more than Adam himself did. If Harrison kept his wife on a leash, she wouldn't be clawing her hands after my man like the greedy slut she was.

Hickory with my own deadly gaze. “You asked me what I find funny right?” I asked with a small smirk towards Dr. Hickory. He chuckled as he grabbed the wine glass that he so happened to have and brought it to his lips. “I did.” He said. He elegantly drank out of his cup as he stared at me with I could only assume was pure unadulterated humor. I looked at Lucas and smiled as I spoke. “I just find it funny how big of a hypocrite my husband is for telling me to be a loving wife when he doesn’t know how to make me happy to save his life.” I said loudly.

"The cops found a diary that the suspect had kept in his rented room. He was a guy separated from his wife. He had no children. His wife left him for a rich man. His wife keeps nagging him that he only brings home a small salary every pay day and they can't even buy their own house. The wife refuses to get pregnant because of their financial instability, considering that the husband's salary is enough for two people only. The wife told her husband that if she gave birth to a baby, they would only suffer more. The wife urged her husband to look for much more stable and high-paying jobs, but the husband was only a high school graduate. They quarreled and fought a lot, making the relationship t

Claire nodded, “A few weeks ago, my husband offered me a divorce because he thought that I was in danger after marrying him. However, I refused because I thought that no matter how bad things were, it would be worse if I wasn't with him.” Anderson stared at her without blinking, then, a moment later, he smiled—a mysterious smile that appeared on his face. "That means he really loves you, Claire." Claire smiled, too, "yes, he is." "However, love that is too big will show a weakness," Claire blinked, "weakness?" she muttered softly, then narrowed her eyes, "what do you mean with weakness?" Anderson smiled briefly, “I don't mean anything. But, Claire, I have something to do,” he glanced at his

“You kidnapped someone.” Compared to me, this man was quick to anger. Everything he wanted, he had to have. “She is my wife.” A truly fucking sentence I hated. He always said Cassandra was his wife, never thinking whether he actually deserved her. “Are you trying to pressure Cassandra into putting me in jail?” I snorted. “You have a lot of problems to deal with.” I quietly searched for every way to get Cassandra out of that house: looked into her missing-case, and documented the violence he had committed both at home and in business.

And that was the last thing I wanted to do. “Wicked and some of the others are on their way…” He nodded once. He understood I didn’t need to elaborate. He would relay all the information to them. And they would get to work. If anyone could find Parker they would. “Don’t forget to put feelers out about her husband,” I added. “Husband? You said she was your woman?” A middle-aged man with a gut said sharply and I turned to him with a snarl. “Soon to be ex-husband. She is my woman.”

“Is he working on the houses and buildings of people? Or he's working over another woman?” I froze when she showed me a picture on her phone. I saw my husband there, kissing another woman. “How can you explain that, Faith?” She asked me again. I remained standing there, out of words. “Is everything fine, Faith? I thought you're starting over?” Lucas now stepped up and meddled. I moved my eyes around as I felt my tears welling out again. I tried to compose myself, will still try to cover this up. “We’re fine…it's not him,” I said as if I was so sure.

And after days of searching, I finally found my supposed husband. Mr Alfred Vicker… business tycoon and tyrant. I had successfully gotten his address and that was why I was here, to see my husband for the first time and possibly annul this fake wedding. Because that was all it was, fake. The mansion was dark and quiet, I could barely see. I would have thought no one was in but the gateman had told me earlier that the owner was home. Just then, I heard some noise upstairs and immediately followed it till I got to a big master bedroom. The noise was coming from the shower being turned on in the bathroom and I assumed someone was in there.