Estranged Husband Wife Romance Novels Novels & Stories

A wave of humiliation surged through me. My wife was carrying another man's child, and I was supposed to be happy about it? What a cruel joke. Noticing my dissatisfaction, Tasha let go of Nick's hand and sat down beside me. Lowering her head, she gently stroked her belly. "Thomas, I know you mind this child, but you will always be my husband. That will never change." She tentatively reached for my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. Her best friend, Emily Grisham, couldn't stand it and rushed over.

She huffed and snorted, "Are you crazy, Stewart? Cheating? Who the hell am I cheating on?" For seconds, Stewart was lost for words. He couldn't find the right words to use because he knew he was wrong. How could he accuse her of cheating when she wasn't married to him anymore? And even if she was cheating, it was supposed to be none of his business since he wasn't the man dating her. The thought of another man dating her instantly brought fear to him and increased his anger.

At present, I have one less assistant, a perfectly good shirt that is now sitting with a massive coffee stain in the trash, a client who loves to dodge meetings and is only going to get more notorious, and a blasted headache that fucking refuses to go away. I shake my head, grumbling all the way as I stride through the empty hallways of my house, loosening my tie as I make my way to the East wing on the first floor where the cigar room is located. I climb up the stairs, realising that yet again, the house is eerily quiet. This is how it has been since the night I married Meera and told her that there can never be anything real between us, two months ago. Ever since the next morning, she has

She cursed herself and her body, for being so stupid and for reacting the way they did to his touch, not after the way he had abandoned her many years ago, and just when she thought she was back from the past and had moved on with her life he just appeared from nowhere. It has been over six years since James left her with his baby growing in her womb. Catherine has to work hard to care for herself and the baby she now nurses in her stomach. If only she could reverse the hand of the time, but then again she was left with a wonderful gift life can offer the gift of a son, She smiles to herself. Ellis her son, was the only source of her joy, her strength, and her pride. He has been her source o

“You two know each other?” Elena immediately answered, “No.” At the same time, Damian said, “Yes.” The room became awkward instantly. Adrian frowned. “What’s going on?” Damian finally looked away from Elena and turned to Adrian. “Leave us alone.” Adrian stiffened. “Excuse me?” “I said leave.” The coldness in Damian’s voice made even Vanessa uncomfortable. Adrian cleared his throat. “Mr. Blackwood, with all due respect, Elena is still my wife.”

He immediately pointed at her and snapped back angrily. “Hey, stop yelling! I can hear you just fine. I’m not deaf!” “If you’re not deaf, then why aren’t you answering my question?” Angelica challenged, growing angrier. Collin growled, no longer able to hold it in. Just a few months into marriage, and it already felt like nothing but hell. “I’ll answer however I want. Why are you interfering?” “What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to find an excuse to cheat by coming home late and saying you have work?”

"So, tell me what two of my favorite customers have been doing these past few years, besides not visiting my bar." While they told Jerry all about their past five years as new parents, Erin brought their beers, including a whiskey neat for Jerry. Cherish pulled a cigarette out of her purse and lit it, taking a long pull as Glen told a story about Jordie learning how to walk. He glanced at his wife, her hand on the stem of her beer bottle as the cigarette rested between her index and middle finger, the only bad habit he could not get her to give up. Cherish took over telling the stories as Glen thought about everything she gave up in order to be a mother. He had made her make those changes, s

The roughness of the kiss completely shocked me because in five years of marriage, Vincent had never kissed me with that kind of hunger before. Our intimacy had always felt distant, cold and mechanical. Like he was simply doing what needed to be done before leaving again. But this? This version of him felt dangerous and honestly…addictive. My breathing slowly became uneven while Vincent stared down at me intensely. His chest rose heavily while his eyes dragged slowly across my face like he was seeing me differently tonight. Then without warning, his fingers slowly slipped against the strap of my nightdress, pushing it gently down my shoulder. The cool air immediately brushed against my skin.

Flicking the file shut, I turned to look at Wren's report. Just as I'm about to speak, Kade cleared his throat. "Speaking on behalf of myself and me alone, I hear that you've been..... distracted these days. And it's all thanks to...your contracted wife?" he spoke, holding gazes with me daringly. I stay mute, not finding anything worth replying to. "You're growing weaker, Donovan. What happened to the marriage being contracted? You're letting her become a weakness, and so help you that they get their hands on her....."

If she really was his wife, then I had no right to feel any of this and yet, nothing about this felt right. Even the boy, Lysander, looked so much like her that it was impossible to miss. The resemblance was clear in his features, his expressions, even the way he smiled. But when I looked at Rhys, I could not find anything that connected them. It was not solid proof or anything close to it but it was something I found myself holding onto more than I should. Cassandra finally moved, and I watched the shift happen right in front of me. The moment of hesitation vanished. The confusion in her eyes settled into something calmer as the storm in her eyes disappeared. “You are in no place to questio