Corpse Husband Real Name Novels & Stories

I was stunned when I saw the man's face. He's Igor? Wasn't he Dylan Murphy, my husband's driver before he passed away? When did he change his name to Igor? My in-laws were good people and did not dismiss Dylan after my husband's death. They asked him to drive them instead. They rarely used the car, so Dylan's job was very easy. I never thought he would take advantage of his position to impersonate my husband to scam other people!

As he wondered where the doctor had found the men’s clothing she gave to him, he remembered her telling Pym to go get her husband's clothes. “I should leave the bathroom before the husband comes in and misunderstands.” He said and left the bathroom. As he entered the examination room again, the doctor looked up and her eyes widened. "Those belonged to my husband," she said, her voice quiet and eyes looking said. "He– he passed away a few months back. Rogues, they got him in the woods while he was trying to go to a neighboring pack for business."

"Please. Let me explain." "Explain?" Tears burned hot down my cheeks, voice rising despite my effort to stay quiet for Hope. "You lied to me. About everything. Our marriage. Hope's father. My life." I gestured wildly at the phone on the floor. "Who is he? The man in the photo the real one?" Ethan's eyes filled, guilt raw and naked. He looked smaller suddenly not the steady rock I'd leaned on for years, but a man unraveling. "His name... was Adrian Blackwood. Your husband. Before the accident."

"I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family." There was a pause. Then the voice dropped, confused. "His phone lists you as 'Wife.'" *** Two months later, Lionel handed me a death certificate. "Peter's gone." My hand froze. The fork hit the plate with a sharp clink. Something twisted in my chest—hard to name it. Lionel sat next to me, laced his fingers through mine, and started fidgeting with them. Then he told me everything. After Peter went back to Rivera, he unraveled. Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

“You little troublemaker.” His mother stood beside them, watching with a warm, satisfied smile. I stood not far away, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Blood dripped down, but I did not feel a thing. One of them was my husband — Cedric Foster — the man I had been told died eight years ago during a mission. The other was his mother, who was supposed to be in a long-term care facility as a vegetative patient. Yet here they were — alive, well, and building a new family with another woman.

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”

“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 didn’t even know he was married’. ‘Oh yeah, he’s been married a few times. First to Marcus and then to Corinee’. Wait... Marcus? ‘Marcus? As in a guy?’ She nodded again. ‘He’s bisexual?’ ‘Kinda. Vampires don’t have specific sexualities, Master Cole is just.. Looser with his. He enjoys both male and female company’. She leaned away again and headed back over to the oven to check on the food. ‘So.. is he still married?’ ‘I don’t know. I know after he caught Kane and Corinne together, he got rid of her, but that was a very long time ago’.

Hazel emerges to the living room, her gaze drifting to the screen as she takes a seat beside me. "Marius Thorne has gone to great lengths to deceive me," Carter declares, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Two years ago, he faked my wife’s death and swaped her identity with another to hide her from me. For this, he must be stripped of his license to practice law and should be served some jail time." “Why would he do that?” a reporter asks. Carter takes a second to pause before angrily answering, “Because he wants my wife for himself. He’s in love with her.”