Amanda Cerny Husband Novels & Stories

“Oh, I actually don’t care that much. He didn’t let us get married because he didn’t want his son and me together. I imagine that he must be throwing a fit in his grave knowing that his son got me knocked up, married me, and I'm going to have our daughter pretty soon. Don’t tell my husband I said that though. He’ll be mad. He loved his Dad very much.” “Oh, you don’t have to worry about it. I know all about wicked parents-in-law who make life a living hell for their children’s spouses. Ste … um, my husband here has those kinds of parents. His mother is a witch, and unfortunately, I'm not as lucky as you. I’m still stuck with you.” Amanda lied smoothly and the two shared a laugh of camaraderie

"What do you mean by that Amanda, did Dave say something to you at the hospital? Amanda looked at her friend, and smiles bitterly with tears in her eyes, she was indeed tired of crying and really didn't want to talk, but she couldn't keep them in suspense anymore, they had been with her and had helped her find some strength, the least she could do was fill them in. They needed to know. " I didn't cheat on my husband, That was not the answer to their question, but she seemed to want to start by telling them the story, and they were eager to hear.

Kyra chuckled in my head. “Is this some sort of payback?” I scoffed. I was still packing, communicating with Kyra, when the door burst open. Amanda strode in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she folded her arms across her chest. Seeing her, Kyra snarled, trying to get out and attack her, but I quickly stopped her. “I can see you’re already leaving. You made the right choice, darling,” she said proudly. I looked at her without saying a word. Luciano had always claimed she was just a friend. I didn’t know she’d been screwing my husband right in front of me.

Amanda was lovely, talented and most important she was nice and a loveable person by heart, her eyes glisten whenever she talked about her, it was evident the two of them were very close. I had very little opportunity to meet her in person because they live in a different country, but she said they will move here very soon, and the sad part was she also lost husband at a very young age, after that she managed all by herself, and she had a son with her husband named Rayn. Mom gave me his picture, according to mom he was handsome, well educated with good manners, he had every quality that every mom desire in a son-in-law, and he was fit perfectly in her category.

Sara, seeing her the first thing I ask her, .— How have you been? What about your brother? Did you manage to take the career you wanted? Amanda just smiled at him, and told him. — My brother is fine, he was in a wheelchair after the death of our paternal grandfather, however, he has already recovered, thank God and my husband who helped me with the expenses. But let's talk about me. How have you been? I hear you marry the most eligible bachelor? Are you doing well with your marriage? With so many questions between them, surrounded by many guests, they barely managed to chat comfortably. Hardly had the women met, after almost ten years of not seeing each other.

No attachment whatsoever. Aiden phone pinged, distracting him from pressing further. Something on his screen made him smirk, and when he hended me the phone to take a look for myself, I couldn't the amused look that took over my expression. "Marcus Stanfield is getting married to Mirabelle ?" I asked incredulously, handing his phone back. "Thought he was married to her sister, what's her name again ? " "Amanda ? Beats me too. She is a sweet one, I wonder why he divorced her." Aiden said thoughtfully.

"Amanda, please. I'm not here to judge you. I'm here because he's back. He's stalking me. And I think, I think if we work together, all of us, we can stop him." She stood in the doorway for a long moment. Then: "Come in." Amanda's apartment was small. Neat. The kind of place that looked like someone was constantly ready to flee. "How did you find me?" she asked. "Private investigator. I'm married to, I have resources." "Right. Dominic Caldwell. I saw the articles. You married a billionaire. Good for you." There was bitterness in her voice. I didn't blame her. "How long were you with Tyler?" I asked.

Arriving at the building the next day, Amanda was immediately allowed inside without waiting. "Maybe he had already informed them of my coming." Amanda thought to herself. Immediately Amanda got home yesterday, she made sure to search for Eric Adam online and she was shocked by the results. Eric was a fast-rising billionaire in the tech industry, he started his business from scratch, there was only a little information about his personal life, just news about his success and business. There was no news about his wife and kid.

xiana nodded to him "You're married?" Amanda smiled as she showed her engagement ring "Wow when is the wedding?" xiana asked happily "Nexy year pa," "Congratulations Amanda" he just smiled at her "Come in, sir, maybe you're getting impatient" xiana nodded then she entered and saw her husband who was busy, the papers were piled high on his desk so she approached him but he didn't notice her. He was busy with what he had just read and signed, so he just sat on the sofa and read a wet magazine but he glanced at his wife, he didn't really look down at the papers so xiana bit her lip

Rowan's eyes reflected his feelings for Amanda and she wondered why he had never made a move or talked to her about his feelings. "It's time for the meeting," Amanda said, interrupting their romantic silence. "We should get going." ****************************** After the meeting, Amanda spent more time with Rowan. When he finally left, she began to plan her operations with Mr. Kenny. She went through his F******k and she was able to dig out his wife's digit. She already has another line, strictly for this trap. Amanda texted Mrs. Laura. She didn't reveal any information about her. She had just informed her that her husband was cheating on her. She waited for a while to get a response. When