Esmeralda Upton Husband Novels & Stories

Even when he stumbled in at four in the morning, he'd find me curled up on the couch under a blanket, waiting for him. Then I'd blink the sleep from my eyes and press a hot bowl of soup into his hands to help him sober up. When had things changed? Oh. He remembered now. After the wedding, the impulsiveness and the romance seemed to slow to a crawl. Everything else in his life took priority over me -- because we had a marriage certificate now, and I wasn't going anywhere. It started with the test results that confirmed I couldn't have children. He never said a word about it, but something had quietly soured inside him.

Sebastian added. “Is this about benefits? I don’t want to be a caged bird.” “The art gallery was always meant for you. I’m just giving it to you as a wedding gift from your husband,” Sebastian explained. “Husband,” Charlotte repeated the word. It was the first time she had heard it about herself. Her relationship with George had only been an engagement. “Soon. We’ll get the marriage certificate when we return to Fyia.” Sebastian wrapped his arm around Charlotte, feeling like he owned the stars and the sea before them. It was more thrilling than becoming the CEO.

I had prepared for this moment a thousand times in my head, but now he was here, standing just a few feet away… Desmond Kyle Velasquez—my son’s father and my ex-husband. I KEPT my smile steady, my posture firm. I wasn’t the same Yvonne they once knew—the girl who was too naive, too fragile. I had rebuilt myself from the ruins they left me in, and tonight, I wasn’t going to let their presence affect me. Desmond’s piercing ocean blue eyes stared at me, and only when a delicate arm of a woman was wrapped around his arm, he looked away. It was her—Samantha.

I scoffed, before flashing the screen in his face, "look at that, it's a text from Dawson, my boyfriend." He stared at the screen for a bit, reading my text *What's the update? Are you calling it off?* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only."

I could not begin to imagine what unspeakable acts he intended to do once he obtained that riding crop. Fear and alarm soon overwhelmed all other considerations. Thus, during the family’s breakfast, I begged Alfred to grant me a divorce with tears streaming down my face. “General Pendleton, I wish to dissolve my marriage with Zachary. We are ill-suited as husband and wife. I beg you to permit it!”

He ran to the railing and looked down to see me, his pregnant wife, lying motionless below, blood pooling around me. His eyes were bloodshot as he fumbled for his phone, dialing for help. But nothing could save us now. Both my life and our child's were gone. He collapsed at the side of the hospital bed where they had placed our bodies, weeping bitterly, only now truly feeling remorse. Daley had known all along that my heart belonged to Neal. But as long as Neal lived, he would never have a chance.

Emelda grunted, “If you’re going to be staying with me, then you might as well get high. I don’t know if he told you, but I’m not an easy woman to live with.” Olivia hid a frown. Not only did he forget to tell her he had a sister, he also forgot to let her know she was a much scarier person than he was. She gulped hard, taking the glass in his hands which started to shake, looking so pathetic that it made Emelda roll her eyes. “I knew he got married; but I never knew I married a wuss.” “Uhmm.” “What’s your name?” “Olivia.” “Olivia?” “Camden.”

The last few years of our marriage, especially after the kids moved out to live on their own, I became more focused on work and I didn't have time for my wife. I devoted all my time and effort to my job and Esmeralda became an after thought and she didn't like that. Sometimes, I wonder if things would have been different if she had just told me how she felt. Would we still have some through with the divorce or will we still be married? Enough about Esmeralda. Back to Ava. What could have made her so sad? What could have bothered her so much? Or is she getting bullied by a coworker? Or her boss?

He would be busy shaking hands with his business associates at the moment. That was my husband, Ethan Sterling, the CEO and eldest legitimate son of the Sterling Group, the biggest name in tech investment in the whole country. We had never truly met in this life but we were married for four miserable years in my past life. As I thought about my husband, my heart grew colder and an indescribable feeling of sorrow spread from the bottom of my heart until it gripped my whole body tightly that I could hardly breathe. I had once walked into the Sterling family mansion with naive dreams and longing but I was welcomed by a series of devastating social and emotional blows that forced me to the brink

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”