Amanda Cerny Husband Novels & Stories

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

Yesterday I had been with Harl, nothing sexual, just talking and laughing and today, I woke up to this message. My husband ignored me for hours, and all that he could give me in return was a picture of him with another woman. My hands tightened around the phone as I stared at the picture that burned through me. How did we get to here? What happened to him keeping his actions hidden, letting me believe that I would have to see it? “Is anyone home?” Lennie’s voice echoed through the house as she walked into the room.

"You're a woman. What's wrong with backing down a little? Derek's the CEO of a publicly traded company now. Even if you walked out that door, who do you think would hire you?" I fixed her with an icy stare. "You think that company is all I have?" "Don't forget, Derek—my family is in the construction materials business." "Even if I leave this marriage with nothing, my parents aren't going to sit by and watch you walk all over me." Harrington Construction Materials wasn't some corporate giant, but it had solid footing in Westfield. It was my last card to play. When Derek heard that, far from looking worried, he threw his head back and laughed.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

“Alora, I know you’re angry and you have every right to be, but please don’t act based on your anger. Gael is just being stupid…” “I don’t care anymore.”I cut in. “I told you before that the moment he came back with another woman carrying his child, I had considered our marriage over. I had wanted to pretend to still be in this union with him because of the election but I can’t even pretend anymore.” “Alora, please, you of all people know that woman isn’t good for Gael.”Grandma pleaded. “Gael and Camila deserve each other.” I informed her. “What about the election? Even if we took down those videos, people are still talking about it, I was hoping you and Gael would make a public appearance,

“What’s going on?” The man stammered, gesturing toward me. “This woman…she’s not supposed to be here. I was just about to have her removed…” “Not supposed to be here?” Liam cut him off, although he was calm, one could feel the anger in his voice. He stepped closer, sliding his hand around my waist and pulling me firmly against his side. “How exactly is my wife not supposed to be here?” The man’s eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a response.

Valerie said, "What about the minority of the people?" "Those people are not qualified to cooperate with me." Valerie was left speechless. Her husband was so shameless. Valerie sat up and moved to the bedside to divert her husband's attention. She wanted to stay away from her dangerous husband. "Darling, someone went to visit Dad today. His name was Ryan. Dad and Amelia didn't allow me to talk to him much. Do you know why?" "Ryan?" As expected, she managed to distract Kieran. Valerie nodded. "Amelia sent me away not long after he arrived. Who is this guy? I searched his profile this afternoon. He used to be an official and retired to become a lecturer. Is he related to our family?"

"Mom, Dad, before Anya apologizes if she has disappointed you for the fact that Anya said earlier. It's not that Anya wants to hide all of this, but because our conditions are not possible, so we agreed to keep our relationship a secret." "Who is he, An? Why do you have to hide your relationship? You're not taking someone's lover or husband, are you?" "Mom, don't talk carelessly like that," admonished Pak Adi. "Thank God, Anya is not like that mom, Anya's boyfriend is Arya, he's a lecturer at Anya's college. Because he's a lecturer and Anya is a student, many people would be suspicious of Anya's grades if they knew Anya had a special relationship with Mr. Arya, that's why we agreed to date s

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.