Chloe Carlson Husband Novels & Stories

If he had done that, the scene would have been far less awkward. At the very least, it would have appeared harmonious on the surface. But Julian didn’t take the bait. Instead, he coldly shoved her hand away, his gaze locking onto mine. "Chloe and I are nothing." Chloe’s face turned pale. Julian stepped forward, voice steady but firm. "My wife is Evelyn White, heiress of the White family. We have been married for five years. We’ve had our ups and downs, but divorce was never in the picture."

Except it wasn't the announcer stepping into the spotlight. It was the hosts. My frantic gaze swept over the line of powerful men, skimming past faces I barely recognized, until it landed… on him. Six-foot-six. Broad shoulders draped in an impeccably tailored, midnight-blue tuxedo that fit him like armor. Sharp, ruthless jawline. Pristine hair and the unmistakably cold grey eyes The Devil himself. Dominic Moretti. The blood completely drained from my face. I went rigid, every nerve ending screaming in panic as horror flashed behind my eyes. My knees wobbled, and I staggered back a step.

Opening a browser, she searched her own name for the first time. Her eyes widened as she saw the headlines aside from the news concerning her partnership termination with Gerald. GERALD BUTLER AND HIS EX-WIFE LOOK LOVED UP AS THEY DEMONSTRATE THEIR ETERNAL SUPPORT FOR EACH OTHER. COULD LOVE STILL BE IN THE MIX? What the hell? There were about two more articles with similar headlines along with a photo of Gerald and her staring at each other while on the podium. “Have you seen it?” Sasha’s voice drew back her attention. “Girl, is there something you’re not telling me?”

she asked, her voice fragile, as though she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Natalie cleared her throat, clearly not enjoying being the bearer of bad news. “Uh... it’s all over the news. They’re claiming that you had an affair, and that’s why your husband, Dan Sawyer, is divorcing you. They’re... really going at it." Chloe felt her blood turn to ice, her pulse racing. She couldn't see the TV, but she didn’t need to. She could feel the weight of the rumors crushing down on her like an avalanche. “Th-that’s not true,” she stammered in a weak and disbelieving voice.

She dropped out of college a while back saying it's not her thing. My crazy best friend. "Chloe? Come" I heard Max shout and as I stepped there I found Charytin in crutches alongside a man beside and two boys. I quickly hugged her, I had missed her. "I missed you doll. Derek is lucky to have you" Tears were visible in my eyes and Elena noticed the atmosphere and quickly changed the topic. "Who are these handsome young men?" "Jack and Andrew, my sons. With me is my husband, Calvin"

He arranged his collar in its place after I gripped it, it was pulled on its side, giving a look of his tanned neck. I avert my gaze, murmuring, “Because you're a jerk. You love annoying me!” I answer on his behalf, satisfying myself. I huff, sitting in a corner and looking out through the window. Suddenly the view outside is not pleasant anymore. My grip tightens on the fabric of my gown as I grip it in anger. My dream of strangling my husband to death has been crumpled down to nothing. “Whatever I am, however, I am, Hoor, I'm your husband now. Bear it while we're together,” he says, voice low and gruff. Holding an ounce of annoyance.

"Derek meeting with Marcus Rivera, my biggest competitor. They're planning to split your trust fund between them once this is over." The photos blurred as tears filled my eyes. Three years of marriage. Three years of supporting him, believing in him, sacrificing my dreams for his. All of it a lie. "I don't believe you." "Call him. Ask him who Marcus Rivera is." With shaking hands, I dialed Derek's number. He answered on the first ring. "Chloe! Are you okay? What did Zhang want?" "Derek, who is Marcus Rivera?" Silence stretched so long I thought the call had dropped.

I did not want to prove my point by bringing the same topic that I had started in his car. "I don't know, Agat. How should I react when my husband was spotted out on lunch with his ex. When she is claiming my husband to be her child's father." My bottom lip began to tremble. I was close to crying. I trapped it under my teeth to put a halt to it. The door creaked, "This is my office," Chris said, walking into his office. He stopped as he looked at my face. Agat clenched his hands, "F*** off!" He straightened and stared at him.

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

The headline read: "Stone’s New Partner: A Marriage That Shakes Up the Corporate World." She grimaced at the article. The press was framing their marriage as a power move, speculating on how it would affect the dynamics within Stone Enterprises. Some questioned her motives, others called it a strategic alliance, and a few even claimed it was a desperate attempt by Liam to secure control over his uncle, Victor.