Annie Agar Husband Novels & Stories

" Agnes' face was ghostly pale. Desperate, I wrenched free from Janette and got onto the stage, shielding Agnes behind me. "Agnes, are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head faintly. "Ronnie… how could this happen? How… How could I be the other woman?" Her breathing quickened, and her hands trembled. I couldn't waste a single second. I grabbed her heart medication from my bag and slipped it into her mouth. "Agnes, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding!" Otto Garrett, my father-in-law, and Agnes had been childhood sweethearts. Their marriage was strong, their love steady. They treated each other with the utmost respect and had never once raised their voices.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

Lady Akira said. "Thank you very much," I said with tears swelling up in my eyes. "No don't cry, you've cried enough," she said. As we were eating, a man in his late sixties came in. He was handsome, and I immediately guessed it was her husband, Amun, looks just like him. "Kaidaira, this is my husband, Anwar, my love this is the girl I told you about last night," she said. I stood up and bowed my head as a sign of respect.

During our eight years together, Lorenzo, the Falcone family Don’s heir, cheated on me with eight women. A dancer, a college student, a sex worker... Every one of them was nothing like me. Eight times, I fought, I raged, and I even cut my wrists. And every time, Lorenzo knelt before me and swore it would never happen again. "I swear to God, Beatrice, I was just tempted by someone new. You're the only woman I love." I believed him. Today was our ninth anniversary. Then I found the ninth: my best friend, Giuliana. They were holding each other like real lovers. Hands shaking, I called home, expecting the comfort my family had given me the other eight times. Instead, my parents said I had it com

The woman looked overwhelmed as her eyes searched my face like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I knew I’d seen you somewhere. Maybe it wasn’t you. Maybe it was who followed you. Whose name you carried.” Daniel looked between us, confused as my heartbeat thundered inside my ears. “You mean Kane?” I asked softly. “Yes, he’s my…husband.” “Yes, I know now. She nodded more to herself. “He still hasn’t shown his face, has he?”

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

I could try to contain the confused noise I let out at the mention of an ‘Anita’, and if anything, the man's smile only widened as he cleared up my uncertainty. “Anita is Annie in case you don't know,” he said. “And you are..?” I drawled, my voice trailing off at the end as I waited for the man to introduce himself. The quicker he did, the quicker he would leave me alone and then I could continue on my way outside. “Albert. I'm Annie's husband,” he replied proudly. “We've been married for thirty years.” I wasn't sure how to respond to that, and my social skills sucked ass. “Wow, okay. Um, nice to meet you. I'm Stephen.”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"You're sure?" I tried to smile and tweaked his cheek. "Yes I am." "Ok." He said and walked out of the bathroom. I smiled at him as he ambled. I was finally enjoying my marriage. After a long marital calamity, my husband and I finally loved each other. We got married on the basis of wanting an heir. He didn't love me at all, and I also didn't like him. He made me suffer a lot, by keeping me in a bondage. All he could do, was to order me around. He never liked me, and also didn't appreciate our children.

Which, Annie supposed, she had. "Annitore's husband wasn't immortal," Ahnika said slowly, working through it. "Owaine. That's his real name. He was powerful, yes, but mortal. Annitore was the only immortal EmberBorn that should exist. Her husband should have died centuries ago. Unless..." Her expression darkened. "Unless he found a way."