Delrhonda Hood Husband Novels & Stories

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

Lush gave a brief answer, “Where is she now? What happened?” “They said she’s looking for the right time to introduce herself to her rich grandfather. So I couldn’t attend when you invited me for a drink because I was busy looking. The wife also noticed that it seemed like Baron and the rich dela Vega were the same person. Dela Vega kept his entire identity hidden, and they’ve been in a relationship for three years until they recently got married, then he left her in the church.”

“Like that wasn't what got me into this mess in the first place.” “What mess?” I couldn't help but ask. “Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I can say that you've got the wrong woman. It's not me….” “You're Alora Henshaw.’ I froze at the sound of my name. “You're married to Fredrick Henshaw and you have a couple of businesses together. Eliaz Deutchmond was your ex husband and he was on the list of potential winners for the city's real estate contract, until you came along that Is. And I also know that you just recently got cleared of your charge at the court. So no, Alora, I know I have the right woman.”

Dylan turned to her. Her mouth fell open. "W-What are you doing?" she whispered. Dylan took a deep breath and nodded at her. Zelena swallowed and shook her head. Dylan looked out at the crowd again and squeezed her hand tightly. "She's Mrs. Zelena Havens Arivelez-Romano. She's my wife," he said with a smile. Zelena's mouth dropped open, unable to believe what she was hearing as she stared at her husband. The people there were surprised, especially Lucas and Bryan, who were glaring exaggeratedly at the two of them.

“Umm... well that's not all. That man was Derrick.” Jennifer froze. “No. No, that’s impossible. Not my Derrick.” Alex spoke softly but firmly. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. His real name is Lanton. Lanton Hughes. That’s your husband's name right. He was arrested at the scene, and his fingerprints matched several unsolved cases from Zion.” Jennifer shook her head violently. “My husband wouldn’t.... he couldn’t.” I swallowed hard and spoke quietly. “Jennifer, I wish I could tell you that he didn’t, but he did. He tried to hurt me. He drugged me. Alex caught him in the act. That’s the truth.”

"He was just really stressed and I kept ignoring his texts about the marriage. I pushed him too far I think." Art shook his head slowly. He pressed a bandage over the spot and closed the kit. "I changed my mind," he said looking straight into my eyes. "I'll take your offer, I'll be your husband on paper," he stared right into my soul's before adding, "and the wedding will happen tomorrow."

Landon, Della, to come and expose the cheater. She was impressed by how promptly Della responded and arrived. Lydia covered her fear-filled face. She knew about Leon's family and household. Leon told Lydia before that he had no feelings for his wife. He would soon divorce her and then marry Lydia. Lydia gritted her teeth and said, "How long can you still be Mrs. Landon? Leon and I truly love each other. He promised to divorce you and marry me." Della sneered. "Your illegitimate child is already attending preschool, yet there's no sign of marriage. Do you truly believe the tales he spins in the bedroom?

As the helicopter soared above the clouds, Abigail Walker gazed out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Just hours ago, she had exchanged vows with the man who she hated the most, promising to cherish and honor him. Now, she was handcuffed to that very man, her wrist throbbing in pain.Handcuffed to her seat, her husband's grip on her wrist like a vice and his eyes sending flames of fear to her spine. The helicopter banked sharply, and Abigail's stomach lurched. She felt a wave of panic wash over her. Where were they headed? And why was her husband treating her like a prisoner on their honeymoon?

“Yeah, I’ve worked around the guy. He’s a little strange and always seem angry. People say it’s because his wife died a few years back.” “What was his wife’s name?” Leo questioned, wondering if he wanted the fact to be true or if it was actually true. Rhoades shrugged, stuffing more food into her mouth. “I don’t know, it was a long time ago,” Rhoades admitted through the food in her mouth. Leo tossed his uneaten granola bar in the trash as he booked to his computer. He threw himself in his chair as soon as he could and changed his search. It was only a matter of seconds before he was able to pull up the report.

"Aretha! Don't tell me you had sex with that bastard Alex, okay?" Bertha's words calmed Aretha's mood a little, she leaned against the edge of the bed, her beautiful legs resting on the pillow. Aretha fiddled with the thin shirt she was wearing. Then leisurely answered Bertha's question. "You got 50% of the story right. It's true that I had sex with a man. But that person wasn't director Alex." "Then who is it?"