Who Are You My Husband Novels & Stories

I'm not used to hearing things like that but I must admit that what he said had a different effect on me. "But I'll wait, wife. I'll wait for you. Always and forever." I nodded as he said it sincerely. One thing I learned from my husband, he's not the madman I believed he was. He is not as ruthless as the people in town believe. He's Mr. Shein and my husband is the kindest man I've met so far.

I looked at the corner of the room, where I heard that baritone voice. "You, from the subway train. What am I doing here?" I asked and distance myself even more. He turned his back and was about to leave when I called him. "You called me Athijha, that means you are a part of my past." I gulped. I courageously stared at his eyes. "Who are you in my life?" His soft smile turned into melancholic. "I'm your husband, baby. Please, remember me." It feels like I was bombed. Husband? I gulped. I suddenly remembered what mom told me. My energy is low but it still depleted. My eyes went emotionless.

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

I turned to the man's voice who is already inside my unit and frowned when I recognize who that man is. "What are you doing here again? Don't you have other things to do but pester me?!" I hissed. "Where did you go? Did you drink again or something?" He asked ignoring my outburst. I rolled my eyes. "What right do you have to ask me that question? Are you my parent?!" He smirked but still looks annoyed. "I'm your husband." I glared at him. "Will you stop saying that?! You are not my husband and you will never be! If ever your mayor friend really did file our marriage, then I will annul you to finally be free from that freaking marriage! So fuck off!" I said angrily.

I licked my dry lips and tried to let out some words. " W-Who are you?" I questioned. His eyes made an contact with mine. Tears were visible in them and I guess he was trying his best to not let out his tears. His eyes were reflecting pain. " I..I am your husband." He whispered, almost regretting what he just said. Husband? I froze. But I don't know him. I don't know anything. When I was married? How was I married and if he's really my husband then why can't I remember him?

His grin widened. "Of course I'm talking to you," he replied and I stiffened. Was he truly my husband? Why then was I yearning for someone else... someone I didn't know? "Who are you?" I asked and he sat down beside me, bringing a hand to my face. "I'm Kyan, your husband. How do you feel? You were in an accident. You had a severe head injury and barely managed to survive. It's why you don't remember anything," he said.

His lips moved down my neck, finding that spot that made me tremble. His hand moved slowly up my thigh beneath my skirt. I whispered his name, clutching his shirt. He shifted beneath me, letting me feel just how much he wanted me. We kissed like the screen didn’t exist. And when the credits rolled, he whispered, "Part two back at the villa." I chuckled as my boy was already on heat and was a bit embarrassed as how my body betrayed me but it's all good.. He's my husband anyways. --- That night, we lit candles around the tub and sank into the warm water together. My back pressed to his chest, his arms around me.

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

“She knew the exact day Julian would launch his coup. She knew the precise legal vulnerabilities of the King family trust. She didn't just marry me for protection, she married me because she knew I was the only man with a big enough hammer to help her crush them.” Arthur turned back into the room, his eyes dark with an unrestrained, possessive intensity that took Evelyn's breath away. “Our contract states this is a marriage in name only until the data is verified. Well... It’s verified. Every word she told me is true. She just handed me the keys to purge the parasites from my empire, and she’s locked her family’s entire future to my right hand.” He moved toward his desk, reaching for a pen,

And now he was my husband. ____ A. Gupta