Amanda Cerny Husband Novels & Stories

“Finding another woman now will only fuel the rumors that he married for convenience.” “It’s actually the opposite, dear,” said Alexander, her husband. “Amanda’s family didn’t have much wealth, and even after she married Miguel, their assets didn’t grow at all.” Caroline huffed, and I sighed. I hadn’t come there to discuss my love life—or to talk about Amanda. Her death still tore at me. I felt like I could never forget her. I could love her until my last breath, but none of them could ever know that. The only person who knew my relationship with Roberta was a façade was Nataniel.

Catherine could not help but probe, "You seem to... know each other well." "Yes, we do," said Winfield. "I can't believe you forgot, Catherine. Well, I can't blame, you. Back then, my husband was still the new CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation." Amanda offered her hand to Catherine and said, "I came here once and introduced myself as Sarah's friend." Shifting her gaze to Winfield, Amanda revealed, "Your wife did not allow me to see Samantha back then."

I said, my voice slicing through the room like a blade, “the hell do you think you’re doing?” Amanda’s hand didn’t flinch. If anything, her smile widened—sweet and saccharine, the kind of smile that hides a knife. “Emily,” she cooed, her tone infuriatingly calm. “Don’t be so dramatic. My husband had an accident. I’m simply checking on him. You refused to let me see him, remember?” My husband. The words were a slap. I laughed. A sharp, humorless sound that burned on the way out. “Oh, really? How many times have I told you, Amanda? He’s not your husband. Not now. Not ever. Get. Out.”

“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.

“I had no clue Ryan was your husband. Julie, if I had known, I would’ve handled things differently.” There’s a pause, and I can hear her breathing on the other end. It’s shallow, frustrated. She’s not convinced. “Fine,” she says, her voice icy now. “Let’s say I believe you. You know we can’t go ahead with this fake boyfriend thing, right? It’s over. “Whoa, hold on,” I say quickly, stepping further away from the restaurant door. “Why are we pulling the plug? This can still work.” “Work?” Her voice rises. “How, Luke? How is this supposed to work now that you’re partnering with my husband? Do you hear how insane this is?”

“You’re asking a lot, Amanda. Especially considering the... circumstances.” Amanda’s heart clenched at the mention of her daughter’s past with Jerry’s son, Jeremy. “I know. But I think it’s what’s best for her. She can’t keep living in the shadow of what happened here. And, honestly... it would give Jeremy the space he needs too. He’s got Shanika now—his true mate—and I know he’s been struggling with the guilt of what happened between him and Aurelia.”

Cecilia teased playfully. “Yeah,” Jimena agreed with a bitter smile. She tried to appear unfazed, but a painful knot tightened in her chest at that confirmation. “The only serious relationship I ever had was my marriage to Pablo, but that was forced, so it doesn’t count. Besides, that one started without a name, too.” She smiled wistfully. “The best thing you can do is stay away from that clown. It’s not that I dislike him—he’s been behaving quite well lately—but still, I’m afraid his idiocy might come back and make you suffer,” Claudia warned, her tone sharp and her brow furrowed.

Sienna’s mouth touched her hair. “Hold. We are not done with this house. We are done giving him our eyes.” The door stayed open. Jimmy stayed in the chair. And Hale had its picture: Lily shaking under Sienna, the old husband watching, and a claim that was dirty, public, and still standing.

I said. He hadn't even sat down when I asked him, "What stage of the divorce are we in right now?" Mitchell frowned as he looked up at me. "I'm not divorcing you, Cherie Hudson." I was taken aback at that. Shortly after, I scoffed and said, "I thought you'd be super eager about it. But would your daughter and your mistress agree to you not divorcing me, Mitchell?" When he heard me say that, he quickly explained himself. "You've misunderstood. It was all a trap set by Bianca. I never had any children with her. Not in the past and certainly never in the future! If you don't believe me, I can take a DNA test—"

I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn’t believe my husband was having an affair with his secretary—in our own home. I wanted to rush in and confront them, but my legs refused to move. All I could do was cry. "Wait, Lucas—what if your boring wife comes down here and sees us?" Amanda’s voice drifted toward me. "Don’t worry about that bitch. I told her not to leave our room until I say so, and she’ll obey—she loves me too much to defy me." "When are you going to leave that plain, dull wife of yours? You promised me once you got your dad’s shares, you’d end things with her. I don’t want to be your mistress forever—not when I’m the one you’ve loved from the start."