Who's My Husband Novels & Stories

"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!"

Not a business partner. His wife.

“Who are you—and why do you look exactly like my husband?” His frown deepened. “Your husband?” he echoed, like the word didn’t register. “Who’s your husband?” “Nathaniel Grant,” I replied. “He’s my husband.”

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.”

This was something I noticed during our launch. “Hello, did you fucking forget who your husband is? Your husband is Christopher freaking Grayston. No one dares him, and he lives to tell the story. He will find us before whoever did this can get away with it.” Then a loud voice rang out throughout the room. “You are so damn right about that.” It was Chris. My husband found me. My husband tracked me down.

Beatrice POV I know everyone is facing this battle in their own way, everyone is hiding their feelings so as not to break down.But how could I not break, he's my husband, my friend, my partner since forever. How do I say goodbye to someone who has been with me my whole life, who has loved me since forever? How did he deal with this alone all by himself? Without me by his side? Uncontrollably tears just kept pouring from my eyes whenever I had any minute to myself.

“Oh? Is that you, Mrs. Brooks?” The old woman asked the question from a distance while squinting at Jessica, "It's been a long time since I last saw you, but I always see your husband here. Today, I can finally see you and your husband together. You two still look good together, and it reminds me of how my husband and I used to look good together. Unfortunately, my husband flew faster than me, and I no longer have him stand by my side. That's why I'm envious when I see you two together."

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.

she spoke so calmly like it’s just a simple matter. “What ?", I asked her baffled totally. “Yes, your husband name is Abhiman .. Abhiman Malhotra." My steps halted hearing her and I placed my hand on the chair taking support. No this can’t happen with me. I wasn’t married. I never allow this marriage.

Jayden seemed to think of something and pulled me slightly away from his body, looking at me with his beautiful face full of concern. "Was it that guy from earlier? Your ex?" He asked, clenching his fists. I just nodded and started crying again, being comforted by him. "There’s just one thing I don’t understand. If Jayden is here, and he’s fine, who was that idiot talking about when he mentioned a loved one?" Maryna asked, intrigued. When I understood, my world stopped for a few moments, and the desperation took hold of me again. "Daon!" I called out my husband’s name like a prayer, hoping he was okay, but knowing Bobby, I was sure he wasn’t.