Who Are You My Husband Novels & Stories

Husband? Aiden? Oh no, this joke had gone way too far. Grace's heart hammered against her ribs. She gathered herself from the shock, blinking hard like that would somehow reset reality. "You're saying this man here is my husband?" Sophia answered with a sweet smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "That's right. He's your husband." She tilted her head, her voice dripping with false concern. "Oh, don't tell me you don't remember your own man?"

From my peripheral vision, I could feel Him walking to us. "Who is your husband?" Tristan asked, catching me off guard. I looked at him and then at Noah who was stood like a rock and finally my gaze turned towards Him. "I...what do you mean? You guys must have known about this already. His name is Ranish Jaiswal but we are not together. What's going on?" I asked in much apprehension. Please god.. I'm not in much of a state to take another tension now. "When did you meet him last time?" He asked again. I furrowed my brows.

It still didn’t change the fact that I, in fact, am a proud wife of my husband, Austin Hook. …. A/N: Oh my goshhh! That’s so cute(⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠).

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"

Of course I knew him. Everyone did. His face was impossible to avoid. Even hearing his name made people lower their voices. Mia stared at me for another second before laughing. “I can’t believe this. You truly have no idea who your husband is?” My throat felt dry. The truth settled over me piece by piece. Because the man I had married was Damian Hawthorne. The former military commander.

I said, my voice coming out tighter than I intended. “Ophelia, I—” “It is okay.” I cut in, forcing a small smile even though he couldn’t see it. “You are happy and that is what matters,” Dave sighed. “We tried reaching you but we couldn't. Your husband won't return my calls and I came across a few articles about you on the web. Are you okay?” I swallowed. Articles? I didn’t even want to ask because I knew what it was all about. I nodded. “Really, I am happy for you both. Things have been hectic for me,” I admitted

“I don’t want to listen! Don’t you understand? If I give in, if I admit I’m sick, then I’m not the man I’ve been my whole life. I’m not Jason Carlisle. I’m… less.” Her eyes filled. She went to him, kneeling by his chair. She took his hand, pressing it to her heart. “Listen to me. You are not less. You are more than the titles, more than the strength. You are my husband. You are Lila’s father. You are the man who stood on a stage and faced down corruption. But you don’t have to fight this alone. Not with me here. Not with us.” His throat tightened. For a moment, the mask cracked. But then he shook his head, whispering, “I don’t know how to not fight.”

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous... nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper; he had that cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that men envied. She had even masturbated to the thought of him in that chair, dominating her, commanding her to ride him exactly how he wanted. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore. What was left was a cold, closed-off stranger who wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or spend any time with her.

seeing that he still couldn't remember her, all the thoughts of her reconnecting with him and her son flew always from her mind. Ashley added in a rush, "Five years ago, we got married. You are Levi, aren't you?" "Did we get married? Maybe, I don't care about whether I got married or who my wife is. To me, every woman is the same." Levi's voice was still very cold,

I don't want a hurt husband while I'm protected, doesn't seem fair. - no, I have important meetings in the next few days - Christopher mutters smoothly. - Christopher, you take a lot more risks than I do. You, among us, have a lot more social importance. I'm just your wife. I can't be at peace if you're keeping me locked up here," I say. I tilt my face to find yours to look. - You are my primary concern, and I'll be fine if you're safe. No