Who Are You My Husband Novels & Stories

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

“Not a lot. But yeah.” “With who?” “Doesn’t matter.” “It does to me.” I sighed. Long and tired . “You're my first Rowan you know that.” Rowan went very still. “Awww you're so cute ,” he said finally pinching my jaw. “who's wife are you.” “I'm no one's wife Rowan, I'm your husband. .” “Whatever. I wish it were possible for you to have my son. ” I laughed out so loud.

It wasn’t fair that he always got away with everything just because he acted like a clown. "Right, you are. Well, I know the type of wife you are—the one who goes to bed early and doesn’t question her husband, who works all day to give you everything you need." "Of course! You do whatever you want, and I have to sit here and take it in silence." "Exactly, my love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up early tomorrow." "But you don’t work tomorrow." "Still, I have an important outing."

"I'm fine. Don't worry. When Arya is there nothing is going to happen to me." "Arya?" she enquired not understanding my words. "I want to tell you something." "Arya," I said pointing towards my husband. "He is not Arya. He's our professor." "He's my Arya and I'm wife of Mr. Shourya Khanna. He's my husband." "What........

“No.” “You’re not a model.” “No.” “You’re not broke or struggling.” His eyes stayed on mine. “No.” His tone didn’t change. “And I never said I was.” I folded my arms with my lips pouting. “So? Who the hell are you?” He finally looked up. His head first, then his jaw dropping blue eyes following right after. “Your husband, ma’am”.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

He asked me. "No, my husband is not a coward. He is Roman Atono, the leader of Russia mafia along with my dad. I insisted that I come in first since I am part of the deal." I told him who my husband is. "I love the way you hyped him. I hope he worths it." He said. "He worths more than it. But this isn't a moment of personal discussion." I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, let him in." He commanded.

Myla leaned back in her seat, letting her gaze drift to her husband. He was still gorgeous, and nothing about the accident had changed that. If anything, the accident had only made him sharper. He had a cold edge now that amplified the quiet power that other men envied. There had been nights when she had lain alone in her bed with her hand moving beneath the sheets, imagining him in that very chair, commanding her to climb into his lap and take exactly what he gave her. The man she had married would have done that, but that Hayden didn’t exist anymore.