Eva Pilgrim Husband Novels & Stories

He gave her the excuse she needed to gobble a second round of the delicious fruit juice and a hotdog. "You are crazy." She shook her head in response to his answer about who he was. He did not lie. Livian White only existed to one person and that was her. That was all he was—her husband. She wanted an elaborate answer and he hated to make one up. So he chose to skirt around it instead. "Aside from being your husband, my life has pretty much been uneventful. I have followed the same routine since birth. Like a white sheet of paper. No matter what part of it you look at, you will see the same thing. Until I met you. Only then did my life start to fill with color."

Then the door slammed behind her, loud enough to echo through the empty outer office. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, and swiped the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear, leaning back in the chair like it could cool the heat raging through me. “What’s going on, Dad?” His voice came through gravelly and direct. “Elias. Hospital called me about Lila.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, the post-sex haze evaporating fast. “Yeah, I already got the message. Mark told me earlier—” “You’ll have to end your marriage with her and have her sister instead.”

“I am your husband Alex’s mother—your mother-in-law, Evelyn Reach.” I blinked. “…What???”

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”

My husband’s nemesis, Zack Johnson, stood not far away, speaking on the phone. Mary had vanished. I crawled into the bathroom, locked the door, and used my smartwatch to call my husband. But this time, I wasn’t planning to let myself fall into the same trap. Mary stood at the door, refusing to leave until I drank the soup. Heavily pregnant, I couldn’t risk going head-to-head with someone as strong as her. “Mary, my stomach feels unsettled. Just leave it here for now.” Hearing this, she turned and left. Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police.

Romano asked, and I rolled my eyes. I bet you’re wondering what kind of wife would be this chill after finding her husband cheating. That would be because we weren’t a normal couple. Romano Sinclair, one of the most powerful men in the country, was my husband. He was twice my age, and I was just his trophy wife, bought with his money. But was it that simple? Of course not. “No, I’ll pass. Can you ask your partner to come out now?” I said evenly. Romano called out to the girl.

We simply invited a few close friends and neighbors in the town, held a small, simple ceremony, and officially became husband and wife in name only. After that, Evan moved into the villa, living with me and the baby. He cared for my son as if he were his own—gentle, attentive, patient—showering him with all the love and companionship a child could need. And he cared for me like a true husband—forgiving, comforting, giving me all the warmth and security I’d never known. Word of our marriage reached Alessandro in no time. He beat his fists against the villa’s gate like a madman, screaming my name at the top of his lungs.