The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

Without a doubt, that disaster committed in the bar was his best mistake, and he would never regret that, At the same time that the man went crazy, sinking, inside the woman, with what little conscience she had left, in the face of those fiery onslaughts, from her husband, she did not stop thinking about those words from Jack, which left the woman almost speechless, who did not expect her husband to want her so much, to the point of going crazy and imprisoning her against his chest, while he became frantic in his attacks, his rear paid the consequences of those words said without having to due care, her husband was undoubtedly crazy about her, that made her feel relieved and happy. She marri

Ken smiled, “You are confused, man. Did you see the way she looks at you? It will be difficult for you to resist.” As if he doesn’t know that already. That was why he had prepared separate room for them. He would do his best to avoid her at all cost. She wouldn’t become the weakness he doesn’t have. Being his wife alone was dangerous. He had so many enemies out there, who would want nothing than to just hurt him or anyone close to him. But, when they discover he doesn’t care for his wife, they wouldn’t go near her. “Aren’t you going home tonight?”

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

Fuschia take a deep breath before continuing. “His face was clearly her husband's. Then after the wife was expelled from the residential area because she was considered to have violated the norm, the husband revealed that the wife actually slept with another man. All of it was his plot. Then he killed the wife. Then the wife returns to the past to expose her husband's wrongdoings. In your opinion, what kind of magic does the husband use to manipulate his wife?” Fuschia’s heart drum so fast. “Hmm… that story…”

“You stole my hard copy and deleted the soft copy from my system!” They kept going back and forth.The room became tense. Eric stood there, silent trying to make his judgment. He did not know who to believe. He had seen Tessy working on that design last night…But the story… it belonged to Jessica.It was her life.So the design must be hers too, he reasoned. Jessica’s supporters began clapping again. One of them stepped forward.“I saw Ms. Edison working on that design yesterday,” she said confidently. Everyone is calling Jessica Ms. Edison and Eric never bother to correct them. Which means he already sees her as his wife.

I snapped. “I’m sorry” “I’ve ruined everything” “I’m sorry.” He repeated. My knees weaknes. “It was a mistake” He pulled me back by my arm “Why?” “Huh?” “Why is it a mistake? I’m your husband, you needed release, it felt good didn’t it?” I nodded my eyes wide and glassy. “Nothing wrong there, you have needs, I met it, there’s nothing wrong with fucking your husband remember? I enjoyed it, so did you, it’s just you and me” he whispered.

Even though he didn’t push very hard, it was wrong of him to do that. “Shhhhh, Maya, your husband thought you cheated on him. He wasn’t thinking straight. He didn’t even take a good look at the pictures he saw. He shouldn’t have pushed you. He is human. He makes mistakes. You used to tell me that you liked an elderly guy. Do you want to give up on your Prince Charming because of this small mistake? I mean, it’s not small. He nearly caused you to lose the baby. Maya, when you told me about your husband, you were so thrilled. When he heard you were pregnant, he was so happy. Are you going to let Nathan and Ivy into your thoughts so that they can wreak havoc on your marriage?”

“Did you do that on purpose? Do you think that by doing this, I will pay attention to you and let you off easily? You should know that you have just insulted me!” “What do you mean? I don’t get it,” she replied, looking genuinely puzzled. “Ugh, you really are asking for shit on yourself!” he yanked her, and in a flash, he was on top of her, pinning her down. “What the hell are you doing? It’s heavy!” she tried to push him off with her trembling hands. She was even more confused as to why he was being so rough. Didn’t he say he was her husband? Was it appropriate for a husband to treat his own wife so roughly?

"Did he tell you? The second son always cleans up the mess. But this time he stole the prize." Dawning questions flooded my mind. The drunk outburst at the wedding. The way my husband brushed it off when I asked him. Pieces clicked but didn’t fit. Who was the man I shared a roof with? Why did everything feel like a deeper game? Warren cut in. Calm as steel. "The contract stands. The marriage benefits the family. End of discussion." My husband's lookalike drained his glass. "Benefits you, old man. Not me." He stood. The chair scraped loud. "Enjoy your fake wife, brother. Hope she’s worth the lie."

The fact that this was a penthouse, at night, and I was alone with the one most powerful man in the city. "No," I breathed. "No, no, no…" Armstrong stepped closer. "I need company. For the night. I was very clear with your boss… about what I was looking for." The room tilted. I backed away, shaking my head. "There's been a mistake. I'm married. I have a husband. I thought this was a job job…a real job…" "This is a real job," Armstrong said, and there was something almost gentle in his voice now. "Just not the kind you were expecting."