Annie Agar Husband Novels & Stories

Agnes asked, brushing her cheek against his. "Um... darling, my love, my baby, handsome hunk, or... future husband!" Jairus playfully teased her with various endearing options. Agnes blushed, particularly at the mention of "husband." Lowering her head, she replied, "Mm... my sweetie pie, Jairus!" Agnes was indeed daring. Jairus laughed wholeheartedly and caressed her cheek. "So, it's settled then. Let's go somewhere to celebrate." he suggested.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

Papa Jones said and opened the door. “We heard you got married Aria , we were so happy.” He continued. I felt my heart clench , Becca looked at me pitifully. “Yes , its true , some months ago , Serena told us you had your wedding ... but what of your husband, he didn’t come with you?” Mama Agnes asked. “It’s weird to see two newly married couples leave each other , they are always so attached , I remember when me and my Agnes first got married..” Papa Jones continued but Becca interrupted.

"I married her only so she could get pregnant and give birth. Later, the child she gave birth to will be publicly recognized as the child of our marriage, Agatha." Agatha looked at her husband with a look full of disappointment. What woman would be willing to have her husband marry another woman, especially without telling her first? Even though the reason Artha gave made sense, Agatha still didn't accept it. She couldn't imagine how much her heart ached when she saw Artha sleeping alone with his second wife.

“Are you trying to trick me here, Mr. Adam?” “Trick you?” Adam started, not even blinking at the old man. “Ooh no. The thing is, Ayana and I are not married. There are no papers to show that we are husband and wife and until then, there can never be any deal!’ Ayana nodded in agreement, grateful for Adam's unwavering support. "Exactly," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "And one more thing: if you all can't respect my choices, then stay out of my way. I have had it to the core with your meddling.”

Claudia said, pushing forward the money to which Aunt Clara quickly collected with a smile. "Thank you for this but I can't help but ask. I mean, you are really something else! You really allowed your husband to keep coming back home to Jessica after you knew that he had a family. Now look, they have a third daughter. You know if I were you, I would keep him by my side day and night even if I'm just his second wife!" Aunt Clara said.

The young-looking figure took a longer look at my stomach before saying goodbye. Looking back, was Angga after me from the start? Oh, why didn't I think of that? Angga is the heir to the foundations of many hospitals and drug distribution companies, right? I think I've heard of a case involving health insurance issues and drug distribution restrictions. When was that? Before we met? Why did that memory just enter my brain? In retrospect, Grandpa must have had a plan to allow the man who is now my husband to approach me. This isn't just a marriage, it's a business plan.

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.

I was surprised, it was not familiar to me. "Who is that?" I whispered to myself. Out of curiosity I opened the message. My mouth dropped, my hand trembled when I saw a photo. "N-No. It's not true..." My lips trembled and I sat on the edge of the bed still looking at the photo. It shows my husband with another woman, who is holding a baby, standing together. Both of them are beaming with sincere joy. My chest drops, until the anger starts to build. I can't believe what I am seeing. I don't want to think that he's having an affair. I am convincing myself that it is not true. It simply isn't. This does not mean that he is cheating. He loves me, I know that Lucas loves me.