Your Maker Is Your Husband Novels & Stories

Emm held onto this point. “Yes, a man should…” Chris chuckled “But when it comes to your mommy, I am her husband…Daddy has only two rules when it comes to a husband and wife, first husband rules say that my wife is always right, and the second one says that all other rules are redundant when is wife is involved.” “You will spoil her rotten…” Emm hmphed turning her head in disagreement. “Yes, it is my responsibility to spoil her; if I don’t spoil her, who will? If I don’t spoil my wife, then who should I spoil?” Chris raised his eyebrows tauntingly before adding “Only my wife will accompany to the end of my journey…”

she heard her husband’s voice asking from beside her. “ She needs someone to listen to her nonsense and unfortunately I am the one. But I think she’s beginning to sense that I am loosing interest in her crap. She’s such a wasteful spoiled bitch,” Makena ranted shocking her husband. “ Sometimes, I just don’t get you women. One time you’re in support of each other and the next minute you’re not,” he said shaking his head. “ It’s like that sometimes,” she added as they both laughed.

I'll be a good husband and father, and I'll make sure our family is happy and stable. ############

Other maids hid behind while pacing back sluggishly. “You don't really have to get angry at the maids. You keep firing the babysitters the same way you fire your workers. None of them ever satisfied you. I don't even think there's anyone out there that can ever satisfy you, you're unappeasable. Richard Sullivan, shoot your shot for once.” “What you need isn't a babysitter. You need a wife.” Bryant interrupted instantly as he stepped down from the staircase. “What do you mean?” Puzzled, he lifted a brow at him with his eyes darkened with suspicion.

If I’m right, then I’ve lost my marriage. Which truth hurts less? She snapped the journal shut.

“ Keep your eyes open, don't close them” But the words were already fleeting. “She would be missed” a familiar heartwrenching voice resounded. My husband…giving the heartwrenching speech I knew had been memorised already.

"Not even once?" I met her gaze head-on. "No." The pause that followed was deliberate. "And emotionally?" she pressed. There it was. The real question that I could see coming from a mile away. "There was never any form of abuse." I took a deep breath and exhaled through my nose before meeting the judge's gaze. "Derrick... Mr Robinson was the best husband one could ask for during the time we were married." "Our arguments and fights never lasted more than twenty four hours. He was considerate, supportive and loving in all the right places."

We watched as he went to his table and opened his drawer, coming up with something that looked like a pamphlet. " Here this should be a place to take your wife for exercise when the time comes." Wife? I wanted to correct the statement but Markus interrupted me as he took the pamphlet and without a word he turned towards the door taking me with him. " A little thank you wouldn't hurt," I said as I removed my hand from his grip and he let me. " I pay them enough, there was no need to thank them for something I paid for, they didn't do it for free." I wanted to argue with him but decided otherwise. There was no need, once he believed something there was no changing his mind.

“And thank you for taking care of me. I appreciate that very much.” “You don’t have to thank me every day for taking care of you. You’re my wife. It’s the job of a good husband to take care of his wife.” He grinned. ‘Again, his good husband does this and that for his wife’s statements. How many times is he going to keep making that mistake?’ I opened my mouth to correct him, but shut it. It was only going to be a waste of time for me. If I had a dollar for every time he said something like that, I would have been a billionaire already.

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"