Corpse Husband Real Name Novels & Stories

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

I asked. "No, she came home with her husband and her baby," Grams answered. My eyes widened in shock. "What? She got married? Who is her husband? What is his name?" I asked. My heart was beating fast in my rib cage. "His name is Lucian. He is a successful businessman," Grams replied. "But he is a vampire, Grams," I said. "Does it matter anymore? What matters to me is that your cousin is alive and well," Grams said.

“Nevermind. “ “We have an agreement, then. I won't be home tonight, call my assistant if you need anything. “ He says all of this while keeping his back turned on me. As if I am not there. As if what I say doesn’t matter in the least. “I will see you tomorrow night. “ he says, “Wear something nice. “ Then he slams the door shut, leaving me alone in his huge office. I sit heavily on the nearest sofa and bury my face in my palms. He won’t give me a divorce no matter how hard I try. “That’s how he’s punishing me, “ I mutter and lean back, taking a look around the office. This office is the size of my old apartment, if not bigger. Conor is the oldest son of three of the Hale family- one of the

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I pinched it on the side so it wobbled funny. Later, Emily Moreno came out of a door. The girl is our batch mate, but I'm not that close. Because this is one of my rivals with Zedrick who is still dead to my wife. "Oh, hi everyone! The one I've been waiting for is here!” It approached Zedrick and kissed. "Long time no see, Zedrick. You look even more beautiful now." Zedrick smiled. "Thanks. By the way, you're here," replied my husband who was still looking at the chest of the person in front of him because he was almost spitting on the shirt he was wearing as he forgot to wear a bra.

The caller ID showed the words Fabian, and Cordelia froze. A crushing sense of humiliation spread from the bottom of her heart. The call ended automatically, and the screen dimmed shortly afterward. As if driven mad, Cordelia hurled the phone to the ground and gulped in air. Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to herself. A sharp pain clenched around Cordelia’s heart. She could not believe that the man who spent the past five years appearing everywhere with Sylvia as a couple was actually her husband, Felix.

Perhaps an older knowledge, a primordial, bone-deep acknowledgment that was buried beneath the superficial layers of consciousness, like you know your own name even before you know what naming actually means. “Where did you get that?” My own voice was weaker than I desired it to be. "It was recovered." The man in green watched me carefully, gauging every flicker crossing my face like he was reading a language he'd studied his whole life. "From the site of an unmarked grave, your husband's family has been actively pretending doesn't exist for the last seventeen years."

I had to keep my promise. “What's happening?” Amos exclaimed. I immediately turned toward the television. What I saw made me jump to my feet. The man claiming to be the husband of the woman Collins intended to marry was speaking live on television. “People of this country, Mr. Collins, the heir to Hart Conglomerate, couldn't find anyone else to marry, so he stole my wife. This is an abuse of power. I have proof that she is my wife. Look at this.” Just as he had done at the hospital, he reached for his wallet.

* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only." He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie with one hand, the corner of his mouth lifting like he found the whole thing amusing. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before he tilted his head and locked eyes with mine, “Red, you are just as interesting as your name, I've gotten out of fifteen marriages, what makes you think I can't get out of this one.”

She's probably dumping him the second they get back. Ever since I married Everett, he had wanted me to quit my job and stay home full-time. I said no. Right before I gave birth, the house we were living in got seized and auctioned off. We were kicked out and forced into a tiny rental. That was when I found out the truth. Before we even got married, Everett had already been blacklisted. His business partner had run off with the money, leaving him buried in debt. The business collapsed not long after. He couldn't pay back the bank loans, so his name ended up on the default list.