Your Maker Is Your Husband Novels & Stories

Greg laughed at the attempt. “Because that is what my wife wants to do.” He said, “Though some of you might never get married or find a partner like mine. A piece of advice before we take out the books and get on with the lesson. Always give your partner what they want. It makes life so much easier when there is no real need for an argument.”

"What do you mean by that?" "Marry, Raymond, Find a wife, is it that hard for you? Show your father you’re just as responsible as Alexander. It doesn’t have to be love, just someone to stand by your side and make you look like the family man he wants you to be." Marry? The thought was ridiculous. But then I thought about everything I had worked for, Every late night, every deal closed, every sacrifice, every sleepless night, i wasn’t about to let it all slip through my fingers.

“Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke! “Emma, you’re the only one in the world who understands me. None of those rich heiresses actually love me! “The board of directors is putting the pressure on me now, so we should keep our marriage a secret. I’ll publicly introduce you as my wife once I gain control over the entire company.” What a joke, all of it. His children were old enough to go to school now. Everything I had done over the past five years amounted to nothing. I woke up every morning to make him breakfast, I stayed up every night to wait for his return… And now, I had conceived his baby. What did all of this even mean to him?

You should be thinking about more than just the three of us. When he finished, he shrugged off his coat and headed for the bathroom. I stood there, listening to the water run, like I could hear my heart breaking right along with it. He could go on about how hard it was for Eliana to raise a child alone, but he never once counted the nights I held Luna in the dark while she sobbed. Everything I did, every sacrifice I made, went unseen. Compared to Eliana, the woman Lorenzo had grown up with, my love barely even existed to him.

Why? Because this was the longest paragraph, he had ever said to me. “Long story, short! Thank you for saving the life of my mate and my pup. And I know I should not be doing this, but I can’t help myself from telling the truth. That’s true that you’re independent because of your dad. But behind your this success, there is an understanding man called ‘Husband.’”

••ARABELLA POV•• "Shameless? I don’t think so," he smirked with a flirty smile on his face. "After all, I’m your husband, and it’s my job to make all your fantasies come true, so it's one of my duties." "Yes, I read that, a good husband treats his wife well, and respects her," Abigail supported Xander's statement, holding up her phone, "how to be a perfect husband! It's an article Mommy, in that this content exists."

As for their son, he was also good at making money. He knew that she lit up when she saw money. He should have used money to make her eyes shine before, he liked watching her eyes shine brightly. "Hehe... I'm a little rich woman, I'm a little rich woman..." Amanda happily sang. Benjamin smiled as he watched her happy appearance. Smiling, his eyes turned red. She was so happy like this, he really didn't want her to remember the past. He hoped they could live happily. "Wife, there's a saying among girls, the husband makes money, and the wife is responsible for being beautiful, from now on you will be responsible for spending money." He loved her happy appearance very much.

And this time, I meant every single word. In these two and a half years, I’ve made it my mission to keep those promises. I’ve learned that marriage isn’t just about love; it’s about effort, patience, and understanding. It’s about showing up every single day, not just in grand gestures, but in the small, quiet ways that matter most.

she asked, getting right to the point like kids do. "A little nervous, princess. What if I'm a bad husband?" Emma climbed onto my lap and put her arms around me. "Daddy, you've been practicing being a husband for a whole year. You make Mommy coffee every morning, you help me with homework, you dance with her in the kitchen when she's cooking." "That's practice?" "That's what husbands do. They help their wives be happy every day, not just sometimes." Emma was so smart. "Mommy practiced being a wife too. She learned how to let you help instead of doing everything herself."

All I needed to do was pick out a wedding dress and wait for my big day. Kayden was practically glued to my side at all times. His overly cautious attitude made me feel like he was overreacting. "Kayden, you're with me every second of the day. I don't even have any personal time left!" Kayden pinched my nose and teased, "You're about to be my wife. What personal time do you need?" Kayden and Oliver were two completely different people. He was reliable and steady, meeting almost every expectation I had for a partner. The only downside was that he was a bit clingy.