Hope that you'll start accepting me as your husband - your mate; not just a lover.
He was a good husband and father.
Maybe she was right, and if Alex hadn't been such a perfect husband in every other way, she might have done it.
You're a wonderful husband and father.
Sharon was born shortly after my husband remarried.
You don't want a husband, Adrienne, you want a live-in career pal.
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
Cynthia, this is Claudette Lander and her husband Carl.
My husband has taken time away from school he shouldn't have and is pressuring me to do the same at the hospital.
Betsy's loving boss presented the most difficulty but she used the excuse her new husband was transferred to New Hampshire.
"No one has seen the guy for several days," her husband answered.
Call my husband and Howie Abbott and summon them.
Linda texted back and forth with her husband for a few minutes.
You threw me out with nowhere to go after the man who was meant to be my husband was killed.
I'm not sure how betraying everything your husband stood for would excuse anything you did.
She saw Damian watch the new king get his tattoo as a rite of passage, saw it again as Claire made love to the man meant to be her husband, saw it in Isac's vision as he hacked the tattooed man apart.
The man in whose arms she lay was not only her husband by Immortal and demon laws but the Dark One who turned her into a demon.
After donning a heavy jacket against the mountain chill and continuing dampness, she kissed her husband goodbye.
Cynthia gave her husband a cautious glance.
She immediately came out, a note in one hand and SB, Fred's stuffed owl gift in the other and handed her husband the paper.
Cynthia explained this was a second marriage and her first husband had died.
Macbeth is the story of a ruthless wife, Lady Macbeth, who persuades her husband to murder the king and take his throne.
"Andre," said his wife, addressing her husband in the same coquettish manner in which she spoke to other men, "the vicomte has been telling us such a tale about Mademoiselle George and Buonaparte!"
I pity the poor husband, that little officer who gives himself the airs of a monarch.
(she looked significantly at her husband) "I'm afraid, I'm afraid!" she whispered, and a shudder ran down her back.
Her husband looked at her as if surprised to notice that someone besides Pierre and himself was in the room, and addressed her in a tone of frigid politeness.