Esmeralda Upton Husband Novels & Stories

I commented. “Of course! I can’t afford to miss any updates about my husband,” he replied with a grin. “You’re unbelievable,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s fine! His wife doesn’t know about me. She’s so lucky though. Have you heard the rumor that Asher’s actually working here undercover?” I froze for a moment. “M-Maybe you’re the wife. Just admit it already,” I teased. “You caught me! I am the wife of Mr. Asher Calix Windermere. I bet his wife gets to enjoy his... oh my god, baseball bat every night!”

Eden then reached out his hand to shake Erika's hand and she hugged the tiny woman tightly. "You look even more beautiful now." Eden praised Erika sincerely, making Erika's cheeks turn red with embarrassment. "Oh, you're exaggerating. You also look more beautiful and charming. What are you doing right now? I heard you're married to Aciel Lutherford, a very famous wealthy businessman in Vegas. And I'm sorry for not being able to see you when you were in the accident. Your news was already all over the place by then.” "It's okay, I'm healed now. And regarding that marriage, I am indeed married and have two children now. So my job is to take care of my children and be a good wife.” Eden chuckle

Nina was still puzzled until she caught up with what Theo didn't speak out loud. 'Ella's late husband has a son with his secretary and Ella realised it before anyone could' Nina was speechless. "How can he do that to Ella? She was so loyal to him. It was a year and a half, but still she couldn't move on from him. But he cheated on her?" Nina muttered feeling bad for Ella.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

It was the first time in twenty years of marriage that he had stepped into this kitchen for me. However, when he pulled open the massive Sub-Zero refrigerator, he froze. It was empty. Emptier than his heart. For years, the fridge door had been covered in my handwriting—weekly meal plans, nutritional breakdowns, reminders for him to drink less scotch and eat more greens. Now, there were only ugly, sticky residue marks where the tape had been ripped away. Just then, his phone rang. It was his personal assistant. "Mr. Sterling, we found a paper trail. Mrs. Sterling... er, Evelyn... she sold that compact car you gave her to a CarMax this morning."

God, he'd even figured out who I was! "Wilson's wife? That woman is smoking hot—I saw photos of her on his phone! Her skin is flawless, and she has huge mounds. More importantly, those eyes of hers tell me that she's the type who isn't easily satisfied. I bet even the three of us together couldn't quench her thirst, let alone Wilson!"

"That's not self-pity. That's fact. Nobody teaches you to protect people when you've spent your whole childhood being somebody else's insurance policy." Cassandra's hands tightened slightly. She didn't interrupt. "Second visit was different," Herald said, something in him already bracing. "Three weeks later. Faster. He told me Adrian's marriage had ended." "Gerald knew about the divorce," I said, disbelief cracking through it. "Gerald tracked it like a man watching an investment mature." Something bitter crossed Herald's face. "And once the marriage was over—" He stopped. "Once it was over, what." Cassandra wasn't going to let him stop there.