Esmeralda Upton Husband Novels & Stories

When His Majesty King Dominic Thornfield was attacked, my husband, Roland Wentworth, Commander of the Royal Guard, was busy placating his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who had stormed off in a fit of anger. I did not light the signal flare in my hand. Instead, I used my heavily pregnant body as a human shield to protect the King and help him escape. In my past life, I had lit that flare. Roland abandoned Vivian to rush back and save the King. He was rewarded for his loyal service by being made a Duke Protector. However, Vivian fell into a trap and died on the spot. On the surface, Roland said nothing. Yet, on the very day I went into labor, he threw me into the Beast Dungeon. My face twisted in agony as I demanded to know why. Roland merely glanced at me coldly and said, "His Majesty had plenty of guards around him, so why did it have to be me who came back? You must have done it on purpose, only caring about power and wealth. If you hadn't lit that flare, Vivian wouldn't have died. Whatever suffering Vivian endured, I'll make you pay it back tenfold!" In the end, I was torn apart and devoured by the beasts. Even the child in my womb was consumed completely. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the King was attacked.

Denver Ybarra is handsome, hot COO of their company. Women is obsessed with him and one of it is Sandra De Luna. Denver was forced to married in order for him to have the company. Sandra De Luna is beautiful and a hard-working woman. She was the chosen wife of Denver Ybarra. Upon knowing that, she felt excited and happy. Sandra thought that being married to him is a dream come true, she's definitely wrong. Her life is so miserable to his husband's hand. Denver is ruthless and making Sandra's life living in hell. After realizing that this is not the life she wanted and not the life she deserves, she left her husband. Denver, on the other hand, just realize what he truly feels like is the same time Sandra leave him. If Sandra is determined to stay away from her husband, where did she go and how far did she hide so that Denver can't find her? If Denver is also determined to find his wife, how far can he go to search for her knowing that his wife is pregnant?

My wife, Danielle Russell, has forgotten to log her WhatsApp account out of my computer after using it. When I'm about to help her log out, I notice a notification from a group chat popping up on the screen. "We're hosting a family dinner tonight to celebrate Vince's promotion." Out of curiosity, I click on the group chat. There are only four members there—my dad, my mom, Danielle, and my cousin, Vincent Tanner. Danielle texts back, "Are we the only ones attending? What about Leon?" "It's his fault for being petty all the time. He's the type who isn't above fighting with Vince over an apple!" I'm stunned, to say the least. It turns out that my family has already viewed me as an outsider.

My sister-in-law, Hannah Martinez, was eight months pregnant when someone shoved her to the ground. Due to the heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital. I happened to drive past, but I rolled up my window and pretended I saw nothing, pressing down on the gas pedal. In my previous life, I had immediately taken Hannah to the hospital when I saw her pass out from the blood loss. However, the situation was critical. After the severe bleeding, she developed an amniotic fluid embolism. My wife, Lauren Martinez, was the best obstetrician in the city. I called her, begging her to hurry to the hospital. Yet, she thought I was throwing a tantrum out of jealousy because she was having dinner with her first love, Isaac Poole, and his family. She believed I was using Hannah's emergency to force her to come back. By the time her family finally arrived, Hannah had already died from the failed treatment of the amniotic fluid embolism. Her entire family blamed me for Hannah's death, convinced that I had deliberately caused Lauren to misunderstand and let Hannah die. My brother-in-law, Jacob Turner, who rushed back from out of town, believed their lies. In his overwhelming grief, he hacked me to death with a knife at Hannah's funeral. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Hannah was pushed and started bleeding out.

Lora Jade had always been the kind of woman who gave everything for love. She stood by Jackson through his struggles, supported his dreams, and sacrificed her own happiness to help him succeed. But the moment Jackson finally made it, everything changed. The man she built her life around looked at her like she was nothing. He handed her divorce papers without hesitation, his eyes cold and unfamiliar. “You’re no longer my standard,” he said. As if that wasn’t enough, another woman stepped forward—claiming her place beside him. Together, they mocked Lora, calling her useless, unworthy… disposable. Heartbroken and humiliated, Lora walked away from the marriage with nothing but pain. But life wasn’t done with her yet. Just as she tried to pick up the pieces, she received devastating news, her mother needed urgent surgery. A surgery she couldn’t afford. With no money, no support, and no hope, Lora found herself in a bar, drowning in alcohol and despair. That night, she made a reckless decision. She gave in to the darkness… and ended up in a stranger’s bed. By morning, shame and fear drove her to run without looking back. But what she didn’t know was this— The man she left behind was not someone she could easily escape. And he was determined to find her… no matter the cost.

Elowen thought she had it all wealth, love, and a secure future until her husband, Caspian, betrayed her in the most devastating way. Watching him bring another woman into their home shattered her world and left her with nothing but heartbreak. Stripped of her place in society, she was forced to walk away from everything she once knew. In a moment of vulnerability, Elowen sought escape in a fleeting one-night stand. But that single night changed everything leaving her with twins and a necklace that haunted her every step. Years later, Elowen returns, stronger and more determined than ever to take back the life Caspian stole from her. But when her past collides with her future, she finds herself entangled with Lysander, a ruthless billionaire and the father of her children. Lysander offers her a deal a contract marriage that could give her the power she’s been fighting for. But Elowen must decide: can she trust the man who’s connected to her past, or will her quest for revenge cost her everything including her heart? With every twist and turn, Elowen must confront the biggest battle of all: will she reclaim her life, or will the pursuit of vengeance destroy her chance at happiness?

That night, I got off work early and brought home some late-night snacks. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of high heels carelessly tossed in the entryway and Gregory’s blazer thrown over the couch. His heavy breathing and the woman’s moans could be heard through the gap between the door and its frame. I was all too familiar with this sight. This time, I did not storm out like I used to. Instead, I sat quietly at the dining table and finished my cold pizza.

Trapped into marrying the filthy rich Lucas Hilton, Arianna never imagined her married life to be so void of emotions and love. What she hoped would be a fresh start turned out to be a painful disappointment right from the beginning. On their wedding night, Lucas, her husband, made it crystal clear that he didn't love her. He admitted that the only reason he married her was to have a child who would inherit his fortune. But the torment didn't end there; Lucas shattered her further by divorcing her later on for her inability to birth a child, and he ended up marrying her very own best friend whom he had all along desired. Years later, Arianna returned, now wealthy and accompanied by a son! When he discovers that he fathered a child with the same woman he callously abandoned, all hell will break loose. * * * * * * "You belong to me, Arianna. You always have, and you always will," Lucas growled, forcefully gripping my arm and compelling me to meet his ruthless gaze. "I have never belonged to you, Lucas. Since the moment we wed, I never have, and I never will. I despise you," I retaliated, the words spewing out of me like venom. "Never underestimate me, princess," a malicious smirk twisted across his lips as he sneered, "I will go to any lengths to reclaim what is rightfully mine. And that is you, right by my side."

My live-in husband used my family’s influence to climb all the way to the position of Deputy Fire Chief. Throughout our five years of marriage, he has stood me up on every anniversary by using work as his excuse. This year, he finally agreed to celebrate our anniversary with me. But he only did so out of guilt. He had manipulated me into staying abroad to handle matters for him, which made me miss saying goodbye to my sister while she was dying in childbirth. The dinner was just his way of pretending to be sorry. As our dishes were served, my husband saw a news report about a fire at a top-tier postpartum care center downtown. He immediately ditched me and rushed to the scene. The fire station headquarters was just one block over! And he had specifically taken leave that week. I accidentally answered a call on his personal phone, and that was when I realized why he had been away from me most of the time. This man would not even buy me a cheap birthday gift, yet he had spent a packet to book a stay at a postpartum center for his mistress! I had to see for myself what kind of woman would have him so spellbound. I was determined to make him pay back every single item he had gotten from the Grant family, with interest.

On my way home from the night shift, a patient who held a grudge against my husband, the hospital director, forced half a bottle of pesticide down my throat. Terrified, I called my husband, Jasper Flint, for help. He rushed over and saved me. I survived by sheer luck. But tragically, his first love, Ruby Gray, died in a car accident on her way home that same night. After Ruby's funeral, Jasper carried on as if nothing had happened. I thought he had finally let her go. But on New Year's Eve, he poisoned our food, tied up my parents and me, and took us hostage. Through tears, I begged him to spare my parents. He killed them right in front of me. Their blood splashed across my face. "If you hadn't been so jealous of Ruby, if you hadn't pretended to drink pesticide just to lure me away, she never would've driven off like that. She'd still be alive!" he snarled. "How does it feel to watch your parents die? When Ruby died, what I felt was a thousand times worse than this! Since you like drinking pesticides so much, go ahead. Drink up!" Jasper forced my mouth open and poured the poison down my throat. I died in agony beside my parents' bodies. And then I opened my eyes—only to find myself reborn alongside Jasper. This time, Jasper chose to save his first love.