Novel & Cerita Cassie Husband

Her voice was quiet, almost sober. "So you both gossip about me now?" “He's concerned, Jules." She said, “He's the better Fraser." Jules just rolled her eyes and bent over her work. “I'm not in the mood for all that, Cassie." “That's why I'm here to help." She raised her head. “What does that even mean?" Cassie perched on her desk, mischief flashing across her face as she smiled. "Well, you know your anniversary was shit, and you've just found out your husband is a potential serial killer…”

I asked her because I was more concerned about the reason why she chose to leave the groove and why she don't want to be convinced not to leave. “I'm not leaving because of you, I'm leaving because that's what I have always wanted to do and remember I have a husband.” I opened my eyes wider than normal when I heard what Cassie said.its the first time she is acknowledging the fact that she has a husband after 4yrs of leaving him without a divorce. “You're going back to him?” I asked her for confirmation. Cassie didn't say anything and just smile and nodded her head after hearing the question that I asked her.

I introduced. “Hi, Mrs Helene.” “I’m Cassie’s husband, and it’s an honor to finally meet you.” “Thank you for birthing such a wonderful, brave, caring, and thoughtful human. Cassie means everything to me. I adore her so much. She’s the only woman who has made me feel things that I have never felt in my life.” “It’s so crazy that I cannot imagine a life without her. She’s really a treasure to be cherished, and I give you my word that she is in good hands.”

“I wouldn’t ask him. I was just hoping you might have some ideas about who I could ask. Would Cassie’s husband do it?” Peyton’s sister Cassie was married to Brian Colleen, one of Australia’s youngest billionaires and the owner of a luxury domestic airline. “Doubtful,” Peyton said. “He and Cassie are being really squirrelly about something. I think they might be pregnant,” she hissed. “But you didn’t hear that from me. Besides, Brian is notoriously camera-shy. He hates doing any sort of publicity or having his face in the media. I could ask Declan…”

Cassie thanked them, and they both left, leaving her alone in the room. Her thoughts drifted to Aser, who had rescued her. Of course, he hadn't done it out of kindness; he'd rescued her so she could be of use to him. She also knew there was no love lost between the two brothers. The few times she had heard Cane mention his half-brother, it was with the utmost hatred. It was through Cane that she learned that her husband, well, her ex-husband, was not the most powerful man in New York; it was Aser Marcom. A fact that drove Cane crazy. Even his mother hated her stepson, which said a lot.

In our eighth year, he said that we should wait until he received an invitation to Paris Fashion Week. It had been ten years, and he had finally won the Paris Fashion Award. However, he was marrying someone else. “Don’t bother with the divorce,” I said as I pulled my hand free. “I’d hate for Stella’s mother to see you two separate. It might make her condition worse. I can’t take responsibility for that.” Alexander froze for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally, you understand. Once this blows over, we can—” “There will be no ‘we.’” I cut him off. “Ten years, Alexander. Now, I finally see it clearly.”

I watched him see it. I watched the precise, gearbygear moment his entire face fell apart. "Cassidy," he whispered. "What is that." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was not a sweet smile. It was, for the first time in five years, the smile of a woman who was no longer trying to make the world more comfortable for the man in front of her. "Tristan," I said softly. "I'd like you to meet my husband." His mouth opened.

“We're never getting married now. Instead, you're going to be tied to some ugly nobody from the middle of nowhere. Everyone is going to laugh at me!” “Listen to me,” I said, grabbing her face gently so she had to look at me. “I still love you. From the absolute depth of my heart. A piece of paper signed with some random girl isn't going to change that. You know how my mother is, I promise it's just business.” She let out a ragged sob, leaning her forehead against my chest. “I still want to be your wife, Raxon. I'm supposed to be the one standing next to you.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I faced the rows of clothing again and continued to look through them while huffing under my breath; it had just been one of those days. My phone buzzed in my bag. I sighed, yanked it out, fully prepared to scroll past another pointless update from some influencer or socialite. But then I read the headline. BREAKING: Billionaire CEO Alex Taylor Tied to Mysterious Marriage—Meet His Secret Husband. It hit me like a wave as I felt my heart sink into my stomach. The picture was loading slowly before I saw it clearly. Alex in a sleek black tux, standing next to Dennis—that Dennis, his damn secretary—wearing a matching smile. They looked… like a couple.