Ashley Paulson Husband Novels & Stories

My mouth went dry as I stared at him, the man I thought I knew. “Are you... are you the same Grayson? My friend, the one I trusted the most? How can you…” He cut me off icily, his voice ringing with a finality that made my stomach drop. “I am your husband, Ashley. Not a friend.” Husband? His words echoed in my ears like a thunderclap, ringing ominous bells in my mind. Before I could even breathe, Grayson’s hand shot out, clamping my shoulders firmly. “Stop using that word!” He growled furiously. “Friend! I am sick and tired of hearing it from you.”

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.

“That’s amazing. You’ve always been ambitious.” Mark laughed. “And you? How did you end up in LA?” Ashley hesitated, took a breath. “I came back to Korea a few months ago to get married. Just arrived here yesterday. Now living here.” Mark’s face froze briefly. His eyes caught something unspoken. “Married?” he asked softly. “Yes,” Ashley nodded slowly. “My husband works here.” Mark leaned back, exhaling deeply. “If I hadn’t left you back then... maybe things would be different.”

“Of course, Mr. Galina. She is my wife.” Ash let out a short laugh. Not from amusement, but because the anger he had been suppressing was beginning to seep into his voice. “Your Grace,” Ash said, his tone controlled but cutting. “I know you’ve been emphasizing that word since earlier—my wife.” He stepped closer until only inches separated them. “But don’t forget,” Ash said, his voice lower now, “my daughter is not here… because you sent her divorce papers.” Hugh fell silent. His eyes remained fixed on Ash with the same resolve, but beneath that cold stare, something trembled.

“You are not welcome here.” I assumed that Charles was still upset over the incident years ago, but the maid added. “The family has gone bankrupt. Mr. Thornton put his pride aside to ask for your help, but your husband turned him away without hesitation.” The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had no idea. I pushed past the maid, desperate to get answers from Charles. However, he lay in bed, his body hooked up to several devices. The maid sneered, “Your rejection pushed him into such a severe illness that he’s been unable to walk ever since.”

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?”

I replied. He hesitated before taking the document from me. He adjusted his glasses and began to scan them. “This was completed this morning,” I added. “It confirms something very important.” The hallway remained silent. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding harder with every passing second. “This DNA test proves that Cassandra’s child is Raven’s son,” I revealed. His eyes stopped moving across the page. He lowered the paper and looked at me with a complicated expression. “You are accusing your Alpha husband of fathering a child outside his marriage,” he summarized.

“Actually, I—” “He’s a famous businessman,” Alissa cut in quickly. “You must’ve seen him on the news.” Shane let out a sharp scoff from behind them. Alissa shot him a glare but said nothing. Alice and Leon exchanged glances, unconvinced. Their eyes kept drifting toward Asher. Finally, Alice asked bluntly, “Is he your boyfriend?” A deep blush crept up Alissa’s cheeks. Their features were too different for them to pass as siblings. Asher’s features were a distinct mix of Asian and European, while Alissa’s biracial identity leaned toward deeper skin and tight curls.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

She had to deal with the nuisance of Cassandra and Alex before then. Ashley decided to watch the television which was the only thing she could do without leaving the bedroom. She picked up the TV remote and pressed the buttons randomly, choosing a channel. As soon as it entered the entertainment channel, Ashley noticed something. They spoke about the marriage news of Justin Wilson and Valerie Parker. Ashley froze immediately, watching the news. The veins on her face popped out at once. She clenched her fists tightly in anger. Ashley couldn't believe that Justin was remarrying shortly after their divorce.