Estranged Husband Wife Romance Novels Novels & Stories

—Madeline— The air in the room felt too thin to breathe. No. The stranger I shared a passionate moment with last night was my husband’s estranged son? Why was he in the club last night? Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere—far away? I closed my eyes. Reopened them. He was still seated there, dressed in all black. Androa linked his arm through mine again. A fake smile played on his lips— the same hollow expression he'd worn throughout our wedding.

“Why were you away from home? Where were you?” I looked away, ashamed. “.... Ryan liked to take me on vacations. Getaways to ‘relax,’ to ‘unwind.’ He’d send me off somewhere nice every few months. Three to six months away wasn’t strange for us. It was just… how our marriage worked.” “Was it really?” he asked, leaning forward, his eyes searching mine. “Because if you were my wife… why would I want you as far away from me as possible for months on end?”

Cassie murmured, curling into my chest. Her words froze me. She’d been pressing that topic lately, but she didn’t understand. I was enjoying our dangerous little secret, but my marriage to her mother wasn’t love…it was business. And business always came first. “Let’s not talk about this.” My tone was sharper than I intended. I pushed off the bed, but her frown deepened. Cassie always hated being in her mother’s shadow. Sometimes I wondered if fucking me was her way of winning. Her prize. Her rebellion. But it couldn’t change the truth: I wasn’t throwing away the contract for her.

But everything we'd built—our partnership, that quiet understanding—was shattered by a drunken night at a banquet. Since then, he believed I got drunk on purpose. That I climbed into bed with him to seduce him. Even though he didn't remember a thing the next morning, when I ended up pregnant, he still blamed me for scheming to become his wife. All the praise turned to resentment. The more he had once admired me, the more he came to despise me. For the sake of the child, he married me, but without love. He kept me at arm's length, distant and cold.

"How much money did he pay for this little act? Are you really his wife or not?" I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. My heart was pounding in my chest like a warning drum. "Yes. We’ve been married for three years. And I don’t understand what you’re talking about!" Her smile faded, replaced by a dark glint in her eyes. She stepped toward me, grabbed my wrist and pulled it closer to her. "I know Alessandro. He’s the kind of man who drowns his woman in affection. Respect, money, loyalty. If you’re really his wife… then where is the wedding ring?"

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

Satisfied his curiosity and left off whatever needed to be kept a secret. The more she tried not to admit it, she realized her husband was already finding his way into her heart again. Both of them had agreed never to bring up the past, somehow everything was working smoothly. However, each time Charlene remembered Michael, deluded her like a criminal, and it was something she had to deal with till their honeymoon was over. They had been together for five days, she had been resolved in her determination to resist any of his charms. For how long could she resist Richard? Not always she had to keep daydreaming of them doing a lot of things together, something she didn't want to do with him phy

He was wearing just a pair of black trousers with no shirt. Maybe if I was still in love with him, I would have still found him attractive but then now, he irritated me than the pigs. “I’ve been waiting for you babe.” “Ohh sweetheart, this little rat was just causing a scene.” The strange woman said to Charles before looking at me. I know she wanted me to feel hurt that she also had my ex husband on her web, but I didn’t care. “I’ve told you, I won’t leave.” I said looking at my rival dead in the eye.

“She’s a married woman now.” Nathan shrugged. “She’ll get a divorce soon,” he responded. It was true he had feelings for Audrey as he admired how strong she was until his first love came to find him. He realized love and admiration weren’t always the same thing though he deeply cared for the woman who offered a hand to him when he was in need.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."