Esmeralda Upton Husband Novels & Stories

"Wait, you never mentioned children at any point. So, I'm a stepmother to a man older than I am?” Jonathan let out a soft laughter, a deep, booming sound that echoed around the room. "No, no, Emelda," he says, shaking his head. "Emelda meet, Bryan, my grandson and your husband." "Wait! What?" My jaw dropped as my mind reeled the information. This arrogant man is my husband? Hell no!

“Complicated how?” He hesitates. “Emily. My secretary. She’s pregnant.” “How did that happen?” Ryan chuckles. “Is that a trick question?” “No. I’m asking how things progressed to that point.” Ryan rubs the back of his neck. “Julie—my wife—and I… we agreed to an open marriage. It was supposed to fix things, you know? She was distant, and I thought… maybe we needed something new. Something different. But the second I brought Emily home, Julie lost her mind. She went ballistic.”

Gael didn’t deny or say anything to that. I wasn’t expecting him to deny anything but it still hurt, especially because he knew this was my stepmother and half-sister who hated me and were always trying to sabotage me. He had always been defending me against them, I guess he won’t do that anymore. “Well, since your husband is back, I guess your marriage is no longer ‘long distance’” Lucia said, mockingly. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with you.”I snapped. “I would’ve loved to stay around and chat with you, but I have to go meet my future husband.”With that, Lucia and Paula sashayed away.

“Yes, Betty,” Walsh says, walking over to his wife, Willard at his heels. “We are at war. That upstart, Kensington – he’s surrounded our lands.” Mrs. Walsh gasps, pressing a hand to her heart. Walsh’s eyes move to Emma, then, sweeping over her. “You’re back,” I see, he says, a bit of a sneer in his voice. “Conveniently timed. And where is your husband?” Emma blinks a moment and then remembers that, of course, she’s supposed to have just come back from vacation. “I have no idea where my husband is,” she says, frowning at him. “I left him here with you.”

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

“My name is Esmeralda Kovac and I’ll be your substitute teacher for the next few months while Mrs. Barrymore has a safe delivery and spends some time with her new born.” Esmeralda gave us all a brilliant smile. “Any questions?” “Do you have a boyfriend?” Almost everyone in class turned to the boy, who was sitting right at the back, with his hand raised as he asked that ridiculous question. The brunette in the black hoodie gave everyone a sheepish smile before lowering his hand and mouthing a cheeky ‘sorry’. “No,” Esmeralda…Mrs. Kovac, held out her left hand that had a gigantic diamond on her ring finger. “I have a husband.”

I said, trying to dumb it down for her as much as possible. But the stone cold truth was that my “wife,” Halsey Ulmer, was the daughter of a very high ranking politician figure and a fixture in California politics. If she had come out at 19 that she married a hard rock tattooed guitar playing manwhore … yeah that could have been bad. But now, all these years later, she’s grown up and I’ve … well … huh. I guess I’m still the same. A lot more notches in my bedpost I suppose. “You let your wife go be with someone else? Trey what the hell is wrong with you? Where did I go wrong,” she said, fake sobbing.

“She was the one. I left both at home before I left for work in the morning. My husband doesn’t work on Saturdays. When I came back, my sister had travelled and my husband was lying unconsciously on this couch; I went to examine the food she served him.” “Holy Moses” Emelda felt a crack in her bones. Unbelievable. “But don’t you think something prompted this act?” “Have you been observing her? Was she showing interest in your husband?” “They had dated passively before I married him” “What? How do you mean?” Emelda said, her face wreathed in shock.

she said. "Esmeralda," he said. "She had nothing to do with any of this. She didn't know the business, didn't involve herself in any of it. She was a primary school teacher, Natalie. She taught seven year olds." He stopped. "Esmeralda used her to send me a message. To let me know that nothing I loved was outside her reach. She was obsessed with making me hers. It was part of the reason I married to. To take her off my back."

"Are you a traditional wife?" His words hit their mark, aimed at provoking a reaction. He knew the intricacies, the tiny details that lingered beneath the surface. Perhaps Ronald, Edmond's brother, had missed them during his background check, but I doubted the Walters family liked to be caught off guard twice. “I am sure you already know. But I am jobless. Edmond Walters, your son fired me a few weeks back.” Mr. Walters acknowledged my words with a nonchalant hum. "Yes, on the same day you two got married, if I recall correctly."