Who Are You My Husband Novels & Stories

A type of anger I could not point my finger at. ‘It is Lois Anderson’ I immediately corrected, and he looked puzzled by my reply. ‘Even though there has not been a formal word on your marriage with Aaron Carson, I know you are married to him’ he said, and I gave him a weak smile. ‘Yes we are married, but I did not take his last name’ I said swiftly.

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

Spencer to meet and promised to solve the misunderstanding that Adaline had made. Acting to show concern and love for Adaline has become a routine that Alex always does. Alex and Adaline then went to meet Mr. Antonio at the Prince's Cafe. “Good afternoon, Mr. Antonio. I am Alex William, Adaline's Husband. According to what I said on the phone, here I want to clear up the misunderstanding that my wife has done. I understand you must feel very disappointed because my wife is unprofessional. However, I hope you can understand my wife's feelings as she is grieving deeply today.”

"Why do you ask?" Riley grinned. "He's. kind of an enigma, you know? Everyone's always talking about him. Sharp brain, total mystery. I mean, you're getting actual time with him—there's got to be something." The words tumbled out before I even realized what I was saying. "He's my husband." Riley blinked. "What?" I gazed up at him, dismayed by how I had just spoken, but not about to take it back. "Did I not say so?" I shrugged, trying to brush it off. "Yeah. Aaron's my husband."

“So, how was last night?” I raised an eyebrow. “Private.” “That’s not what I was asking. I just meant, did you have a good time?” “Yes.” I hadn’t been fucked like that in two years. It felt goddamn amazing. “Where is your husband now?” It took me a second to understand her question because that title took some time to settle into my bones. Hades was my husband now. That was how everyone would refer to him…as my husband. “Work.” “Wow, he’s dedicated. That’s a good trait in a man.”

“And who do you turn to when life gets heavy?” Her eyes softened, “My family. Especially my husband. I trust him with my life.” The interviewer grinned knowingly. “Before I forget this question, your husband, George Williams. How long have you two been married?” Thalia’s cheeks flushed pink. “Seven years,” she admitted, her blush deepening as she smiled. The interviewer’s pen paused mid-air. “Seven years, that’s beautiful. In an industry where love stories often fade, yours seems to be standing strong. What’s your secret?”

April… “How are you planning to do that?” I asked, looking at him. I can still see the sadness in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by determination when I asked him that question. I took a step back and went to sit down on the chair. I looked around the room where Harry and Jason were still standing. They were both looking at Adrian with their hands crossed, as if they were also waiting for him to explain how the hell he would make me remember. Adrian came and sat beside me. "Well, since you don't remember that I am your husband, I guess I will probably introduce myself. I am Adrian Black, your husband. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.

I just sell fish in the market. And now, I am the wife of a multi-billionaire. I can’t believe it. It seems like it was just a dream. I don’t want to wake up anymore if this is a dream. “What does my husband look like?” I asked her. I was just curious about the physical appearance of my husband. Maybe he’s old or what? I can’t stop the nausea I feel right now if he is old. But I’m not sure, the person in front of me is still young, maybe my husband is in his 20s. I remained standing in front of her.

Maybe I will adjust to it sooner or later, and maybe I find it weird because I have only lived like an outcast all my life. "S-Sure," I managed and she smiled with her eyes before shyly strolling towards my bathroom. I furrowed my brows in amusement and immediately my thoughts went to him again- The man I married. I picked up my phone. There's got to be a way to discover who my husband is. I should at least know who I am married to thanks to the Internet. I quickly typed out his name 'Caesar Monsorrie ' but nothing came back from the search, rather it spelled out 'name does not exist '