Trial Marriage Husband Manhua Novels & Stories

The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit. The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband. "The cheating husband! Of course!" Trish called out. "Fucking the staff and she's not happy about it." Ben assumed that as well from her expression. "Fuck! He's really going to town on that poor girl's ass," she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her. The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid's ass.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

Samuel took a deep breath and said with red eyes, "It's okay. Cry if you want to." Manfred, who was sitting in the front seat, sighed. Such a good relationship between a husband and wife. He had done it before, but it was a pity that his choices were different. As a result, the final outcome was different. Once upon a time, he naively thought that as long as he exited the Jiang Hu, he could live a peaceful and stable life. However, the reality gave him a bloody and irretrievable lesson. If Manfred were given another chance, he would never give up. He would be like Samuel, making himself stronger and stronger. Only by using powerful means would he be qualified to protect his woman.

“Open up, Bunny. After all that, you need every energy you can get to deal with your husband when you get home.” I don’t miss the way his muscles tighten when he says the word ‘husband’ but I made up my mind not to think about it. It’s best not to complicate things, I’m still married to Malcolm even though it’s an open marriage, and they would have to deal with that. Accept it or not. I part my lips, and the creamy, buttery bite melts on my tongue. A soft moan escapes me. “That’s so good…” Tristan chuckles, cutting a piece of chicken and feeding me next, his fingers brushing my lower lip on purpose. “You taste even better, but this will do for now.” His eyes darken with heat, that filthy tea

She found herself imagining that it was her and Uno there, laughing as they chased after their own little one. “What am I thinking? I’m just setting myself up for disappointment.” She whispered, forcing a sad smile. “Manuela—can I ask you something?” Larry said, drawing her attention back. “H-huh? What is it?” “Sorry if this is out of line, but… do you really love your husband?” His voice was serious, and Manuela’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I just… you don’t seem happy in your marriage. Am I wrong?” Manuela didn’t know how to answer. Their union had been a contract from the start—a pretense to pay off her father’s debt to Uno, and to help him secure what he needed from his grandfather.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

The fact that she had to work with her husband after an affair was already a disaster, and now she had to work with her husband's boyfriend too. If she could, she would just pull out every strand of her husband's hair from his scalp until he was bald. Let's see whether the guy will still be handsome or not if he is bald.

"Sha Hong, two people don't need to get married even if they’ve slept together!" "Ah? How is that possible? Is it because you don’t want to marry Big Brother Gu?" "... I didn't mean that, I mean… Ugh…" Jian Jianan thought for a while, but really did not know how to explain things to Sha Hong. "Okay, do you know what a trial marriage is?" Sha Hong was clueless, of course. "A trial marriage is when two people live together on the basis of love and marriage. They live together and do whatever men and women do together. If they are compatible, then they can be wed. If they’re incompatible, then they can break up. It's no big deal!"