Who's My Husband Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Not once. I glance up at the man in front of me and force a weak, apologetic smile. “My husband recently opened our marriage,” I whisper, my voice breaking halfway through. I close my eyes as tears burn the corners. “And I guess I’m trying to figure out what that makes me.” He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t say a word. And somehow, that feels fair. This is a lot, even for me. We were seconds away from losing ourselves again, and now, I’ve just told him I’m married.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy

I was terrified. "I am your husband." He ignored my outburst and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. I was his wife. If I were his wife, why did this warmth feel so foreign? Was I truly his wife? "Who are you?" "I am Benjamin Davis, your husband."

It still didn’t change the fact that I, in fact, am a proud wife of my husband, Austin Hook. …. A/N: Oh my goshhh! That’s so cute(⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠).

And now he was my husband. ____ A. Gupta

Everyone of the few people I'd talked to today had all wanted to know who I was married to. "Luca Nicholas is my husband. I'm sure you must know him." The man's eyebrow rose and he nodded as if he was saying something to himself before he said, "of course I know Luca. That's one of the most hardworking men I know. He's been trying to get me to partner with him for a long time now." This got my attention and I said, "really? That's great."

“Rayne, it's me, Liam. I'm your husband. You're my wife.” Husband? Wife? Why don't I remember anything?