115 Book(s) Related to Husband

Tara was married to a scheming husband who is a wolf. She is unaware of her husband's identity. He hates her for being an ordinary woman
On their second anniversary, he sold her to Gaston for a one-night stand. She had sex with Gaston thinking it was Chad. Something changed in her and started demanding sex from her husband because of the way Gaston handled her.
She got pregnant and her husband hated her more and threw abusive words at her and started showing off her girlfriend who is her mate.

Flora had to work three jobs to feed three people at the same time, her husband was a man without money, without work, lazy and worthless, but she always loved him. But in response to Flora's sincerity, Enzo – her ex-husband - treated her only as a servant and as a sexual slave. She couldn't stand the humiliation, so she decided to divorce. But after the divorce she discovered the true identity of her ex-husband, he is not a useless man but the CEO of a large multinational corporation. What's Going On? Why did her ex-husband hide her? He never spent a dollar on her or their little daughter. Does she regret choosing to divorce her ex-husband as in his warning?

Before Lauren Jones's hand touched the bedroom door, she had heard the sound of people having sex in the room. A woman's deep moan was mixed with a man's low gasps that she couldn't be more familiar with.

Lauren frowned, held back her hand, and kicked the door open.

The two entangled bodies in the room made her feel nauseous, so she turned her head in disgust, covering her mouth and nose.

The lean and handsome man on the bed stopped, glanced coldly at the uninvited guest at the door, and slapped the woman under him on the plump buttocks, "Get out."

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

She had really been reborn.
Before turning eighteen, she was one of the most prominent merchant heiresses in New York, showered with love and affection by her parents.

Later, her father trusted the wrong people and incurred huge debts, leading to his imprisonment. After her mother learned that her father had committed suicide in prison, she hastily sent Aileen abroad, only to follow her father into the afterlife.

Her amber eyes struggled as she realized that if God was giving her another chance, she wouldn't live as timidly and meekly as in her previous life.


She gazed quietly at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The man in the photo had thin lips and a pair of gloomy eyes under thick eyebrows, devoid of warmth. Geoffrey was born from humble origins, his parents had long passed away, and he was a silent and unsociable doctor during his lifetime.
Aileen felt guilty as she realized that this man, who was legally closest to her, she never truly understood him, nor did she ever invest any thoughts in him. But he silently gave her the whole world.

Reborned, she would try to understand him and change their future, and this loveless contract marriage. Then she learned that their encounter was earlier than she predicted.

Warning: include criminal content

Married to Zane Blackwood, one of the richest billionaires in Europe, Amy has everything she could wish for, a devoted husband, a luxurious life, and an unbreakable love. But underneath the surface of their perfect marriage lies something far more dangerous.
Zane is not just powerful, he is ruthless, possessive, and strongly determined to keep Amy by his side. Yet when pieces of a past she can’t remember begin to surface, she starts having doubts. The passion between them is strong and evident, but so is the unsettling feeling that something isn’t right.
As secrets are revealed and the lines between love and control dissipate , Amy is faced with a difficult choice. Can she tame the ruthless billionaire CEO, or will she lose herself in the process.

I thought the most embarrassing moment of my life was getting reported by my neighbors for testing... certain special sound effects for my job.
That was until the doorbell rang, and standing there was a police officer so devastatingly handsome it should be illegal. He accused me of harboring a man in my apartment, then flatly informed me that he was the husband from my three-month-old, drunken Vegas-style wedding—the one I had no memory of.
The truly absurd part? He had proof.
Now, this impossibly gorgeous stranger is crashing into my life and has somehow appointed himself as the live-in 'reference model' for my new game's hero.

I used to think emotional distance was the deadliest poison in a marriage—until I caught my husband using my phone at 5 a.m.
When my Wall Street elite husband started hitting the gym obsessively, changing his hairstyle, splurging on luxury skincare, yet showed complete indifference to my late-night returns… I was convinced his heart belonged to someone else.
But then he pinned me against the CNN makeup mirror, growling "You'll always be mine," with that wild look in his eyes—that's when the suffocating truth began to surface...
The storm that almost tore us apart came from a direction I never saw coming.

I married a stranger in Vegas. That was my first mistake.
My second? Thinking a hot cop who responds to "I love you" with a thumbs-up emoji could actually be husband material.
Detective Mike Sullivan doesn't do feelings, doesn't do long texts, and definitely doesn't do relationship drama. His idea of communication is "K" and "👍" – and I'm supposed to decode that like some kind of digital archaeologist.
But when Miami PD raids the strip club where I'm having "professional development" with my coworkers, and my own husband is the one arresting me in front of my entire office?
That's when I realize this accidental marriage might be more complicated than I thought.
Because apparently, being interrogated by your spouse in an actual police station isn't covered in any marriage handbook I've read.

I thought winning the lottery would save our family. I never imagined it would destroy it.
When Colton held up that $3 million lottery ticket, I cried with relief—no more struggling with rent, finally our kids could have a good life. I even threw a BBQ to celebrate with all our trailer park neighbors.
But he stood on that picnic table and announced to everyone: "Winning this money made me realize I've been settling for a life that's too small. Brandi, I want a divorce."
Then a blonde nail salon worker who looked barely 22 stepped out of a red Camaro: "Hi everyone, I'm Raven, his new girlfriend."
What broke my heart more was my 15-year-old daughter Skylar choosing to go with her father: "Mom, I'm tired of being poor, tired of people calling us trailer trash."
Overnight, I lost my husband, my daughter, my home, even my job. At 33, I was sleeping on my friend's couch with my 8-year-old son, the laughingstock of the entire town.
But when I discovered this nail technician's true identity, everything changed...

I thought returning to wealth meant happiness. I was wrong—it was the entrance to hell.
My celebrity husband Ryan uses me as his personal punching bag every night, calling it "method acting." Meanwhile, my perfect sister Stella whispers in his ear: "Ruby did everything during her street years. You need to show her where she belongs."
When I called for help while holding my three-year-old Lily, crying, my family only said: "Tonight is Stella's Golden Globe night. Stop causing drama."
On that final night, as the rope tightened around my neck, I finally understood—
I should never have came home.
Three days after my death, they finally stepped into the mansion. Not to save me, but to confront me about my "disappearance."
Until Lily's trembling finger pointed at that sandbag...

I died, only to find myself turned into a ghost, helplessly watching the world continue to spin without me.

What's even more devastating is that my own sister—the one who killed me—is now lying in my bed. She's had plastic surgery to look exactly like me, mimicking my voice and even my habits perfectly, attempting to completely take over my life.

And my husband Rafael—New York's most dangerous mafia boss—who has been cold as ice to me for three years, is now showing this imposter unprecedented tenderness. He's taking her hand, kissing her forehead, even agreeing to accompany her home to visit our parents.

Damn it! Why has he never treated the real me this way?

I was just trying to clean some teeth when I met the girl who wrecked my marriage.
Paisley-Rose Henderson. Eighteen, all blonde hair and fake lashes, working afternoons at Dairy Queen. She had that small-town princess attitude that made you want to crown her—or strangle her.
"I have this loose tooth," she said, settling into my dental chair like she owned it. "Coach Brock says he has the same problem. Probably from all the... biting." Her voice dripped with implication.
Coach Brock. My husband. Father of my son. The man who promised me forever in this gossip-soaked town.
Paisley kept going, inspecting her perfect nails. "He's so sweet to me," she said. "Says I deserve pretty things. Not like some older women who’ve given up on themselves."
That’s when I saw it—the Tiffany bracelet I’d been saving for, now on her wrist. Bought with money from our joint account.
My phone buzzed: “BTW, your silk robe fits me perfectly. Pink really is my color! 😘” Attached was a photo—her wearing my robe, sitting on my kitchen counter. The same spot where I made Brock coffee every morning.
Then: “Don’t worry about Tyler adjusting—I’ll be such an amazing stepmom!”
My hands shook. Not with fear. With rage.

What if your greatest sacrifice became your deepest regret?

Sarah Miller believed love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts, and funding her husband's coding dreams. When Jake's app hit one million downloads, she thought they'd finally taste success.

But success brought shame, not gratitude. Jake demanded a "low-key marriage," listed himself as "Single" on LinkedIn, and denied his family on national TV. Sarah wasn't a wife anymore; she was a stain on his success.

When their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: gaining everything means losing yourself, while losing it all can make you whole.

I thought I had married the love of my life, until I discovered he planned to use my womb as a sacrifice for his mistress.

For five years, I gave Dax everything—my brilliance, my body, my soul. I believed we were building a future together, trying for the baby that would complete our Silicon Valley fairy tale.

Then I overheard the conspiracy that shattered my world: defective embryos implanted in my body, followed by a hysterectomy disguised as "medical complications." All to clear the path for Ada and their "perfect heir."

In that moment, I realized I had never been his wife—I was just a disposable vessel.

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman with an MIT degree and nothing left to lose.

Love had made me blind, but betrayal made me brilliant.