Novel & Cerita Who Are You My Husband

I was naked as the day I was born—I'd be a lamb up for slaughter if they found me. Judging from how they'd savored my scent earlier, I could imagine how I would turn out once they discovered me. Just then, another man said, "It's possible. It might be Wilson's wife! He's the only married man in this dorm, after all!" God, he'd even figured out who I was!

He cradles her like she’s fragile, shaking his head with an expression I can’t decipher. "Dad!" she sobs, clinging to him. "My husband doesn’t even remember me! I don’t want to live anymore!" The older man strokes her hair soothingly, whispering something too low for me to hear. "Oh, my dear… don’t cry. It’ll be fine. I can’t believe such a tragedy is happening." Husband? The word sends a sharp pulse through my skull. The confusion inside me festers, growing wider. Who are these people?

He asked me. " Yes, that is him." I said. " Wow... I never thought that you could be with someone like that." He said. " Someone like?" I asked him. " I mean everyone knows that your husband is not exactly a one woman type of man but hey, people change right?" He said. He was right and wrong at the same time. My husband is never going to be a one woman type of man and no he is never going to change. " Can we not talk about him while I am here?" I asked him.

“Elaine had been through a lot for protecting you and your family’s name. I keep thinking, if Elaine only had an ordinary person for a husband, she might not need to go through all that hardship and pain alone. Her pain wouldn’t be as agonizing as it was if she had someone she could talk to and that person listened, protected her and didn’t leave her alone. After all, that really is the primary responsibility of a husband to his wife, right?” Right. Tan’s taste turned bitter. He admits, he failed miserably in his promise to stay by her side and protect her. “Her husband was a good for nothing bastard who could not obviously do it. So, must I?” he said. His now intense gaze fixed on his face.

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband. That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband. I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.

"My husband is Archie. Archie Grafton, do you know him?" The man's expression slightly shook. "Young master, she is not Young Master Archie's wife. We have seen Young Master Archie's wife before. His wife does not look like her." His subordinate reminded him with a shrewd look.

I don't know who he is, but it seems like he knows me very well. “W-Who are you?” He put his hand on my hand and kissed the back of it, sighing happily. "You don't remember me?" I bit my lower lip and pulled my hand away from him. "No, I'm sorry. Who are you?" I asked, shaking my head in confusion. “I’m your husband…we had a baby,” As I tried to understand what he was saying, I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Then, when I moved my body, I felt like something was irritating the skin on my stomach. I groaned, "What happened to me?"

How could a loser who lived by the Lyndon family’s grace say such a thing? "You’re her husband?" Grandmother Lyndon burst out laughing. "Okay, let’s ask Lilybud whether she recognizes you as her husband? If she does, I won’t be her grandmother in the future! If she doesn't, then you’d best be getting the hell out of here!" Everyone's gaze turned to Lily the instant Grandmother Lyndon said that! It was a simple and straightforward this-or-that question: one was Grandmother Lyndon, and the other was her nominal husband.