Novel & Cerita Corpse Husband Real Name

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

He handed me the folder. Inside were photos, documents, bank statements. All of them connected to Richard. "What is this?" I asked. "Evidence. Your husband has not just been cheating on you, Evelyn. He has been stealing from your father's company." My hands went cold. "What?" Benjamin pulled out one of the bank statements and pointed to a series of transactions. "See these? Richard has been moving money from Henderson Enterprises into offshore accounts for the past two years. Small amounts at first, then larger and larger sums."

"She's my wife for Christ sake!! I can have her whenever I want!" The officers began to drag him away. “She’s my legally married wife! What the hell is this country turning into?” he lamented bitterly. “Don't forget that there's also charges of attempted murder.” Valerie reminded him. “You tried to kill me, remember? He turned to Valerie, his eyes blazing with defiance. "It's your word against mine, Ashley. I never tried to kill you." Valerie's smile was sweet and mocking. "Oh, dear husband, it's not my word against yours. Apparently, there was a witness from that night."

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

“Well, that sounds interesting if I could swing it to keep her safe all the better. Do you have his name?” “Just start poking at Hectric Corporation’s COO and his family. Just don’t mention the ex-wife. The woman moved from the States up here to get away and not the business is up here. Sounds odd, doesn’t it?” “Wait, are we talking about… oh he’s got an odd name… Hector… no… Helium… no… Helio Corvin? His son’s in jail… Are you saying she’s the mystery wife? The one that proved he deserved to be in jail. Whatever happened in that case?”

I'm going to strike him in the most unexpected way ever and make sure to destroy him to the point that his life would not be able to be fixed. And I'm starting with Vaughn. That man has no idea that my eyes are on him, 24/7. I'm spying on him as I need to know the perfect place to bite. He signed into a hooking platform. Lure? I literally burst out laughing when I saw that. So he can't keep it under his pants and needs a man to fuck? How pathetic. My username is the beastspreysonyou and my husband has no idea that his supposed husband is the man that he's hooking up with this coming Saturday.

Because part of me, the part I hated wondered if the message was true. The next day, I dug. Quietly, without telling Adrian. My contacts, my informants, the shadows I thought I’d left behind when I married him I used them all. And what I found chilled me more than I cared to admit. Richard Hale hadn’t died in his bed like everyone believed. There were payments, hidden in offshore accounts. Shell companies leading to one man: the coroner who signed the death certificate. The same coroner who disappeared two weeks later. Adrian’s father had staged his death. Or at least, someone wanted us to believe he had.

He took a deep sigh and nodded his head. "And the location is the same location we found today, are you aware of it?" I asked him and guilt spread across his face. I nodded. "Are you looking for her? Aside from our enemies, you were looking for her?" I asked and he nodded. "I need to explain this part, Thalia. Her husband is one of the people who resigned from the Stallion Corporation. He holds a high position there and all people who hold high positions are part of the mafia," he explained.

And I had been reborn on the very day Tony Robinson's body was sent back. That's right—the man lying in the coffin was not my husband, Tommy, but his twin older brother, Tony. In my previous life, when news of Tommy's "death" arrived, I cried until my heart tore apart. I threw myself onto his body—only to suddenly notice that he did not have the small red mole behind his ear. In that instant, I understood: Tommy wasn't dead at all. The "elder brother" escorting the body back was my real husband.

"Chris. Oh my God, she knew Chris?" "They dated junior year. Before you transferred to Westwood from private school." Catherine's eyes glittered. "Rebecca Romano has known your husband since they were teenagers." The room spun. "Chris told me we met at a charity gala. That it was fate." "Christopher Hale told you a lot of things. Very few of them were true." She pulled out more documents. "Christopher Hale isn't even his real name. He's Christopher Mason. Wanted in three states for fraud and embezzlement. His first wife died in a 'tragic accident.' His second wife is in a psychiatric facility, claims he drove her insane. You're wife number three."