Who's My Husband Novels & Stories

Who is this man and what’s Elsa's relationship with him? Also, about the husband? Is Elsa married??

The Bin who always surprised me in his own way. Yeah. Perfect. He’s my husband.

We enter a beautiful building that is pleasantly decorated. A large buffet is in the middle of the room, and my mouth is already watering. - Follow me and don’t embarrass me, behave yourself. - I understand. I follow him without making a fuss. We approach a group of men who are chatting. My husband is named Martin, and he is thirty-five years old. We arrive in front of these men: - Hello gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to my wife. Among the men, there is one who towers over all the others. He looks at me and steps forward to greet me:

Her questions kept rolling out of her mouth. “He knows. He was the one that found you,” confusion etched on her face the more I answered her question. “Who is he? Why hasn't he come looking for me?” “Because he is with you right now in this very room and staring right back at you” Her eyes moved to Ryder swiftly and she mumbled to herself but I could hear, “No no no,” “I was your husband,” Ryder said beside me quietly. Olivia's expression shifted into shock, her eyes wide as she stared at Ryder like she was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t fit. “You… you’re my husband?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Yet, the post she was now looking at read— "Hello, everyone. I'm Ariel Walker's husband, Jayson Larkin. In our marriage, I was the one who fell for her first and longed for her to be my partner. I hope everyone will stop spreading false rumors that damage my wife's reputation. Please allow us to live peacefully and stand by each other's side.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

“Do I always have to be with him? Is he my husband?” “Then who is your husband?” He put his hands on his hips while looking away. “Maximo.” “W-What?!”

This came at the worst possible timing. Not when I just found out that my scumbag of a husband has been cheating on me throughout our marriage. Mike Henderson was the perfect husband on paper. He was the alpha of our state, and he also was a multimillionaire and incredibly handsome. Everyone says that his wife would be incredibly lucky to have a husband like him. If only they knew the amount of pain I had been subjected to for the past six years of being married to him. “Look! Mike Henderson!” The girl beside me gushed. My heart dropped at the mention of my husband— almost ex-husband’s name. I raised my head to see what they were looking at and I saw his face on the television with a broad s

Who’s that? Wait — what? Special night with my husband?