Angela Cullen Husband Novels & Stories

Dylan turned to her. Her mouth fell open. "W-What are you doing?" she whispered. Dylan took a deep breath and nodded at her. Zelena swallowed and shook her head. Dylan looked out at the crowd again and squeezed her hand tightly. "She's Mrs. Zelena Havens Arivelez-Romano. She's my wife," he said with a smile. Zelena's mouth dropped open, unable to believe what she was hearing as she stared at her husband. The people there were surprised, especially Lucas and Bryan, who were glaring exaggeratedly at the two of them.

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

It contained a screenshot of an announcement Jason made on social media. I did not know if it was because Jason had successfully won custody, but he remarried earlier than in my previous life. In the picture, Jason held his new marriage certificate in one hand and his new wife, Rachel White, in the other, grinning widely. I had seen this photo in my previous life too. The difference was that, this time, there was a girl about Anna's age standing next to Rachel. She seemed to be Rachel's daughter. The girl glared at Shawn with intense dislike.

The chairman replied. “Is that it?” Angela questioned her husband. “He cheated on his wife and…” “That should be between him and his wife, it’s none of my business.” “In your car…my car…our car! Heaven knows how many of the cars he has used to entertain himself. “I didn’t…” the driver tried to explain. “Nobody asked for your explanation!” She raised a hand to stop him. What the fuck was Angela’s problem in all these? She got what she wanted, her husband didn’t give her an unintended stepson, so why was she getting herself worked up over other people’s businesses?

Poor Angela struggled in her wheelchair, shouting on top of her lungs but he didn't care not one bit, her face grew redder and redder by the minute. “Alright, that's enough!” I shot to my feet, rounding the table but before I could get closer to snatch the phone from him, his smile fell. Uh oh. “Dr Rueben?” He said in disbelief, his eyes shifting back to his sister. “You're seeing your doctor? A man whom you just met?” Huh? Even Caterina turned at the statement. “Jesusfuckingchrist,” Angela muttered, scrubbing a hand over her face “We are not dating, dickhead. Now, give it back!”

DARLENE “Good day,” Cullian greeted, a frown settled on his face. I could feel my heart race. I watched my Dad turn to look up at Cullian. He turned back to the little picture frame on the table. With my father's expression, I could tell that he had recognized Cullian as my husband. “Who are they?“ Cullian asked, his eyes fixed on mine. “They are,” “I am Darlene's father,” My Father cut me off, he stretched his hands to shake Cullian. But Cullian stood there, his expression, shocked.

The person soon replied, sounding indifferent, "Call the police? I don't think you're in the position to act so tough. Once I send this clip—and others—out, you'll be asking how much real estate costs in Hell. "When the time comes, your parents, relatives, and even your in-laws will know how cheap and dirty you are when underneath another man. Of course, your husband, Wilson Gardner, will also have his eyes opened to the truth." God, he even knew Wilson's name! It looked like he wasn't just making this stuff up. Wilson was only an employee at the plant, but he had a side job. I didn't know what exactly he did—all I knew was that he could afford to give me tens of thousands of dollars as allo

Angel was blushing as she told the girls, “It’s been a long time coming. She needs to let us be. Kyle is my husband.” Calvin swooned at hearing her claim him in front of everyone. Soon, he left the ladies to begin their shopping while he checked in with Destinee to know what was happening in Tech Valley. The skies had grown dark by the time the ladies returned to him. There were attendants behind them to carry the load. He shook his head, convinced Camilla might have had something to do with that amount of clothes. Someone took the clothes off his wife’s hand as she rushed to him.

"Angela? How did you come across that woman?" "Angela is now dating the president of MediLove Pharmaceutical, Dean Jennings, and I've been looking into the Jennings family so I met with her earlier today," Avery explained. "Mrs. Hough, what Angela said has to be a lie, right? You and Professor Hough had such a loving relationship—" "She was telling the truth," Mrs. Hough interrupted her. "James and I got married because our parents told us to." The frustrated expression on Angela's face from earlier immediately popped into Avery's mind.