A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

“Your husband must be treating you well. It’s clear he’s taking such good care of you.” Mrs. Diego’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She let out a small, airy laugh and waved her hand dismissively, though the pride in her expression was unmistakable. “Oh, you’re too kind,” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk. Her husband, sitting beside her, gave her a gentle pat on the back, his eyes crinkling with affection. She turned to him, her gaze softening as she batted her eyelashes, perfectly playing the part of the doting wife.

I screamed as the strong man carried me effortlessly out of the room. “It's about time, I wondered when you would stop calling your husband Mister." He said to me. “You're not my husband you fool!." I was saying but the man had quickly thrown me roughly out of the room room for insulting his boss. “You were married to Mr Shawn... I never knew he was married, you should consider yourself lucky instead of running your little trap." The man said and he took some ropes from a shelf. I backed away from him but there was no place to run to.

Synopsis Katherine McQueen's world shattered when her father borrowed from Massimo Hollingsworth, a ruthless New York billionaire who commands the fearsome Hollingsworth dynasty. When Massimo arrived to collect his due, a tragic accident left him in a coma. Desperate and cornered, Katherine was forced into a marriage she never wanted. His powerful relatives plotted his death, certain he wouldn’t survive, eager to erase her as well by throwing her out once she becomes a widow. But Massimo did survive. When he awakened, the ice in his gaze was nothing compared to the fury in his heart. He recognized Katherine as the daughter of the man who orchestrated his accident. Hatred

" California was fun and lovely, but I missed you too much when we left. I had a few friends but not as close as we were. I got married and have a son." " You are married? Why is your husband and son not here with you then". I asked " As for my husband, we are divorced, and my son is with my family, I will go pick him up when I settle". “ Roselyn, are you seeing someone these days? Do you want to talk about it?” I asked politely.

Nicarete threw himself into the man's arms, choking out, "Papa!" Romano's face went deathly pale. He stumbled back as if he'd been punched in the gut. "Y-You're married?" I stood up and looked at him calmly. "Romano, the day I left, we were over. Whether you signed those papers or not doesn't matter to me. I have a new life and a new family now." "Who is he?" Romano rasped while pointing at Mariano. "My husband," I said. Romano stared at Mariano for a long time, then at Nicarete, who was huddled in Mariano's embrace.

The door swung open, revealing the silhouette of her husband against the soft glow of the porch light. Drew's tired eyes brightened as he saw Jette standing there, a beacon of warmth in the dimly lit entrance. He dropped his bag by the door, and in a heartbeat, she was enveloped in his embrace. His arms wrapped around her, grounding her in a reality that felt more tangible than any dream. "I missed you," Drew murmured into her hair, the vibrations of his voice resonating through her. Jette tightened her grip, savoring the reassurance that only the embrace of a loved one could bring.

Mirabella's Pov If someone had told me four months ago that I’d somehow find common ground with my husband and make my marriage work, I’d have slapped them across the face but it’s the reality. It’s fucking real and it’s amazing. My marriage has been running smoothly and I’ve become so happy with my life as it is. Matteo makes me extremely happy and he doesn’t even realize it.

Egbert sneered, the man turned, not avoiding Frederick, but also said: "Do I still need your permission to look at my ex-husband?" Saying this, Egbert Smith stood up, straightening his wrinkle-free clothes. “Frederick, you should remember, Erwin was once my husband. And now, you can only be called Erwin's fiancé at most!" After the provocation, Egbert Smith realized what he had just said. This was like a case of jealousy between an ex-husband and a new husband, while his fiancé, Hein Wilson, was still standing next to him. Egbert Smith was confused, but he didn't feel remorse when he said that last sentence.

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa