The Wicker Husband Novels & Stories

It felt like a place meant to impress, not live in. Lucas tossed his jacket onto a chair and finally turned to face her. “This marriage is an arrangement,” he said bluntly. “Nothing more.” Amara swallowed. “I understand.” “No, you don’t.” His gaze hardened. “So I’ll make it clear.” He walked toward her slowly, stopping just close enough to be intimidating. “You will live here. You will attend public events when necessary. You will behave as my wife in public and remain invisible in private.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of her gown. “And what about—”

“My wife has been like this for years. Her therapy hasn’t been going well. I’m so sorry for the trouble.” “No… That’s not true!” I spun around, pale and frantic. “I really am pregnant! I have proof! I don’t have a mental illness!” Zack put on a pitiful expression. “I’m at fault for letting a mentally ill woman disturb everyone’s evening. I’ll take her home right now.” The neighbors’ gazes shifted back to me, but the concern from earlier was gone. “So she’s mentally unstable. It’s best to stay away.” “This man is remarkable, though. Even with a sick wife, he hasn’t abandoned her. What a good husband.”

He trails soft kisses down my neck, bites down to leave hickeys that'd fade after thirty seconds, tries to talk dirty, lasts seven minutes when he's on those meds he always relies on…and if not, probably four. The moans, the wriggling, the gasps—I fake all of it. I fake it so he doesn't feel bad. And after everything, I lie there, staring into the dark, biting my lip to keep the truth from slipping out. The fact always remains: his hands are too gentle, his pace too careful, his desire too polite. Everything Walker does brushes right up against the wrong fantasy. It was nothing like I wanted. Nothing like I craved. The real truth is that the whole time my husband is moving inside me, all I'm

And while I know that I performed subpar to the expectations, there is an explanation for this. Should I have thrown Sir Wicker out instead of receiving him properly just because she was waiting for me? Sir Wicker is like a father to me, and his presence in the castle means a lot. Both to the people and my father. I made the best of decisions to spend time with her because we are married together– she could wait. Sir Wicker could not–he is always moving about. And the fact that she refuses to see the reason or even ask me genuinely about why I delayed is the problem here.

His eyes were wide with fury as he pointed at me and cursed loudly, "Hazel, I truly misjudged you! I thought you were kind-hearted just because you took good care of my parents all these years. "In the end, you were plotting for my family's fortune and wanted to kick me out of the house! "A cruel woman like you, I want to divorce you immediately! Also, I have to take my child away too. I can't let him stay with you and learn bad habits!" Looking at his sanity-snapped appearance, I let out a smile. "I don't understand what you are talking about. "My husband is the heir of the Wingers, and he's been missing and has passed away. Exactly what divorce do you want to get with me?"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

In the middle of a hurricane, I camped out on the app and snagged the last designated-driver job of the night. The man who got in wore a tailored suit and carried himself with an expensive kind of polish. He casually pulled out a few crisp bills and tucked them into the gap beside my seat. "Driving people around isn't easy these days. You even have to take jobs in a hurricane." I smiled but said nothing. His gaze landed on my ring. "You're married?" I nodded at him through the rearview mirror. "We've been married a year." "Why not get a nicer ring?" He held out his hand. "My fiancée bought me mine. Guess how much it cost." The platinum band on his finger was set with a sizable diamon

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Ethan turned on him fully now, the papers still crushed in his hand. “You had no right to interfere in my marriage.” Damian’s gaze stayed level. “You stopped behaving like a husband long before I became involved.” “She’s still my wife!” “Then perhaps you should have remembered that before bringing your mistress into her life.” The words landed cleanly. Victoria’s shoulders tensed. Margaret made a small sound in her throat. Samuel remained seated, watching everything with an expression I could not read.

Nolan Gallagher had taken a compulsive liar, Wendy Saunter, under his wing as his god-sister after she claimed she could bring him financial luck. No matter how outrageous Wendy's claims were, Nolan always went out of his way to make them come true. When Wendy publicly livestreamed to the entire internet that Nolan would abandon his wedding for her, he left me standing at the altar 99 times. When Wendy bragged in front of our friends and family that Nolan would divorce me for her, he married and divorced me eight times, turning me into the laughingstock of our social circle. Whenever I showed the slightest sign of displeasure, Nolan would dismiss casually, saying, "She's childish. She's j