The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

Exposed. Adrian’s eyes burned into me, betrayal twisting his features into something monstrous. Eloise’s perfect facade shattered, her eyes widening in horror as the reality of it hit her. And Damian… Damian only smiled. A cold, razor-edged smile that promised war. “Yes,” he said, his voice like a death sentence. “And she will be my wife.” The words slammed into the room like thunder. Adrian lunged forward, his rage erupting…

“I am not happy with him. I was never happy with him. I wasn’t happy back then and I’m definitely not happy now!” Axel’s brows raise quizzically. I take a deep breath. I shouldn’t have done that. Now, he knows. I never wanted him to feel like he won or that I made a mistake in marrying Ansel. We hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I cover myself up quickly and leap out of the kitchen with Axel following me. My husband’s coming down the stairs. He frowns when he sees us together. Then, he notices my leaping. “What happened?”

“Hey, man! If my husband is too coward to rescue me, I myself will defend the rights of us women to be respected! “ “Are you calling me a coward? Want to try me? “ “I’m talking about my husband. How could he not pick me up yet after five months?! And to answer you, you’re not a coward! You’re a pervert! “ He smirked. “Oh. I wonder if you’ll stay like that after you regain your memory. FYI, I'm your husband. “ He was still holding his wounded neck until he turned his back on me. “Call the doctors immediately.” That guy is my husband? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank y

Not only do I not know him, I don’t understand him, and I’m afraid I don’t much like him. I don’t like my husband. It’s like a clanging in my ears. A death knell. I have made a monumental, humongous, terrifying mistake. I have an instinctive, desperate longing for Fliss, but at the same time I realize I can never, never admit this to her. I’ll have to stay married to Ben and pretend everything’s OK till the end of my days. It’s too embarrassing otherwise. OK. So that’s my fate. I feel quite calm about it. I married the wrong man and must simply live with it in misery forever. There’s no other way.

“From now on, I’ll have a say in it.” “In…what?” “The curfew. Answering your goddamn phone. Not getting on the back of a fucking kid’s bike.” “You…can’t. You’re not my dad.” “No, but I am your husband.” “On paper, remember? No touching, remember? It’ll be all over when I’m twenty-one. Do you remember all of those? Because I do. And this marriage means nothing.” It means everything to me, but I don’t say that. I’m done letting him think he’s the center of my fucking universe while he treats me like a rag.

She was actually planning to use the exact same trick again. "How could I refuse the wine you offered, Princess Shirley?" I accepted the cup and drained it in one gulp. The instant she saw me drink it, a flash of barely concealed delight flickered through her eyes, and she immediately poured me another cup. "It seems my husband has quite the alcohol tolerance. "In that case, have another." However... Just as I was about to take the second cup, the doors to the bridal suite suddenly slammed open from outside.

He treated me, the woman who truly loved, respected, and stood faithfully beside him through everything and anything, like trash and dirt… while worshipping and treating her like a precious goddess despite knowing clearly she was selfish, manipulative, and opportunistic. Midnight finally arrived and the party slowly came to an end. Guests started leaving one by one, thanking us, congratulating us, and telling us what a wonderful and perfect evening it had been. They all smiled warmly at me and shook hands with Lucas, completely unaware of the heavy war and pain existing between husband and wife. Once the last guest finally left and the huge mansion became quiet, dark, and empty… the atmosphe

“Your statement is as clear as crystal. You simply want me to cheat on my husband,” “Oh! You’re smart after all,” He mumbled. I scoffed, “You’re unbelievable,” “I don’t think it’s a bad thing to do. He cheated on you first,” He countered. “And you think two wrongs make a right?” My brows creased. “No, mister,” “This is not you making a wrong. It’s trying to amend things,” He calmly explained. “Do you think any man will be excited to know his wife has another man? No. He’ll definitely be scared and do everything to win you back,” he added.

And sure enough, like the username, the comments matched in attitude. “@WftISWrongWithThisBlog Maybe the husband isn’t the monster here. Maybe he’s just tired of his wife playing victim all the time while he keeps looking like the bad guy. Misunderstanding him and making him out to be the villain- that’s what this wife is doing. Has anyone not thought of that???” Huh? The wife making the husband out to be the villain??

She vented her dissatisfaction, "Mr. Morrison, you're someone who knows to enjoy the bliss of a harmonious harem. You married such an outstanding wife like Mila and still aren't satisfied. You still want a home-loving mistress. "Which woman can tolerate having a mistress openly spending time with her husband every day, freely entering her home, organizing her husband's room and personal belongings, and arrogantly criticizing her for not being homely enough? "Which woman can bear being told by the other woman that she doesn't know how to cook, doesn't do household chores, doesn't know how to take care of people, and is deemed not good enough for her husband? "Which woman can tolerate not bein