Amanda Cerny Husband Novels & Stories

“Seeing you two times in one day? That has to be fate.” “I’m not who you think I am,” she replied. “My name is Sasha.” “Sasha?” I repeated, stepping closer. “Amanda, please. Stop. I know you. You’re Amanda Delgado. You’re my wife—” “What the hell, I’m not your wife,” she said sharply. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were cold. “And I don’t know you. Is that how you all act here?” I took another step toward her. “Please, listen. I know I messed up. I know what I did. I can explain everything, but just don’t pretend like you don’t know me.”

"Still, that's harsh of Penelope. I heard he's not in great shape. Now that they're divorced, no one's taking care of him." "You don't get it. Families like the Riveras can't tolerate a son-in-law who can't even attend a gala. This was bound to happen sooner or later." "The marriage should've ended long ago, actually. They're no match for each other. That's just asking for trouble." … Meanwhile, in the private lounge of Penelope's exclusive club, her childhood friend, Amanda Lane, burst into the room, holding her phone up. "Penny! Look!" Amanda shoved the phone in Penelope's face. "Isn't that your ex-husband? Holding hands with Wendy Hamilton outside the hospital?"

Shawn held the car door open as his wife stepped in. "Yes, Young Master," Madam Susan bobbed. "Thank you." Nodding, he also entered the vehicle. Amanda stood on her balcony, observing a convoy of vehicles departing from Shawn's residence in an orderly fashion. 'Where to?' She narrowed her eyes. Just then, her phone began to ring in her hand. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw that it was her husband calling. Her mouth twitched at once. She knew exactly why he was calling. After spending a few days in the country, her husband and children had returned overseas. Amanda was supposed to have left with them, but...

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

They brazenly carried out their intimate activities right on the couch, utterly ignoring Juni, who cried until she was hoarse. It turned out that Christian's infidelity had begun long before I even suspected it. Fine. Very well. I saved the video clips and called my lawyer, Adam Lewis, with a steady hand. "Mr. Lewis, hello. Please help me draft a divorce agreement." I was determined to leave Christian. I had to take Juni and walk away from this despicable man. I had just hung up the phone when I heard the front door open. Christian entered, lugging several bags of luggage as his face lit up with an enthusiastic smile. It had been a long time since I had seen him smile like that.

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

Winston Barrymore forgot how he answered at that time, but he was sure to say, "Call me if you need money." Then Winston Barrymore devoted himself to his career and successfully swallowed up the biggest enterprise. Now, he has become the richest man standing at the top. It's not that he haven't met a woman with a crush since. It's just ... He doesn't want to have any more children, and it's impossible for him to marry another person. His marriage is still legally maintained with the woman who doesn't love him, and the original contract is still counted, and 25% of the shares are still occupied by them.

She said as she waited. Amanda walked toward Diana's desk and sat down like it was the usual thing to do. Diana watched her coldly and in silence. It seemed Matteo's fuck toy was not getting the memo. "I know that I am the last person you want to see in your office," Amanda began as she adjusted her glasses. "But I come here in peace and also to tell you that I am no longer involved with your husband," Amanda finished. "Let me guess, he suddenly shut you out too," Diana said coldly.

She added then turned to the lady seated next to Augusta, one of who followed Augusta's every orders. “MA-RY!” Amanda stressed. Can you ever be pure and holy like our holy virgin Mary?” she asked rhetorically “You went to your husband’s side chick parent’s house when they were not home and you burnt it to ashes, killing their cats and its kittens that were home. I mean, what business does the side chick’s parents got to do with your husband’s infidelity? That side chick was in her third year in college and your husband was only an addicted womanizer. Her parent never knew they were seeing each other. Did you stop there? No, you went to your husband’s office and you sprayed paint on everybody