Eva Pilgrim Husband Novels & Stories

Helena voiced her concerns, her words laced with caution. Stacy burst into laughter, her melodic chuckles filling the air. She found Helena's suspicions amusing, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're really funny, Helena. I trust my husband implicitly. He could never betray me in such a way, and as for Rita, she would never stoop so low as to engage in any inappropriate behavior with him," Stacy assured, her voice brimming with unwavering faith.

“It’s gone now. Lucas, you haven’t done your duty as a husband for a single day, so you would definitely not have been a good father.” Lucas looked struck. He stood in place without moving. Right then, his assistant rushed in through the door. “Mr. Devine, we’re in trouble. Everyone’s saying that you abandoned your wife. We can’t suppress public opinion any longer.” Lucas’s gaze turned sharp, and he chastised the man. “Why didn’t you tell me about it? And why didn’t you call me about the earthquake the second it happened?”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

I thought he would look at me and realize how cruel he had been. But he did not. Instead, he turned toward Liliana. “Come inside,” he said quietly. Liliana glanced at me once before she nodded. Damian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the cabin. Neither of them looked back. I stood there alone, humiliated and abandoned by my husband. The lake breeze brushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My husband had chosen another woman, not only that. He had finally said what everyone else had been whispering from the beginning.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

I glanced at the trending images on my phone and my heart lept with joy as I read the captions. [Elias Hart divorces wife for her best friend, Violet Miller.] [Elias Hart and Violet Miller expecting a baby.] [Will Elias Hart now marry Violet Miller, or will the Hart heir just have an illegitimate child?] “Have you seen this?” Elias asked, looking at me as he showed me the news on his phone. “I just saw the news… have you seen the comments? Everyone thinks I’m an evil woman who stole her best friend’s husband,” I replied, squeezing out a few tears.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

" The nurse replied, with a pitiful tone. The words sliced through her chest. Yulia’s sob escaped before she could stop it. She bent closer, desperately trying to make him see, to make him remember her. "Please, Franklin, it’s me. Look at me! I’ve been here through everything with you, we had a child, our little Jewel, she'd died in a plane crash two years ago and...and.... You’re my husband, I’m your wife!" The door opened at that exact moment. Delilah swept in with the doctor at her side, her heels echoing like a death knell across the sterile floor.

Immediately, Jerome walked over to Meeks and undid the knot of the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to meet Elijah's gaze. Speechless from shock, Mr. Meeks just stared at Elijah, not really knowing how he should react, and then like awaking from a terrible nightmare, he shouted, “You!!... it is you!!! From th-at... th-at... th-at... Peach!!! You were with her that night!! Melina’s ex-husband... The Hayes former useless son-in-law!!” “Well, it seems like the news hasn't reached you yet... I am married to Peach now, and umm... my wife needs something from you?” Elijah replied, his tone completely indifferent.

"Of course I am. I have a husband." Robert didn't believe her. "You mean your brother? Why would you spend New Year's with your boyfriend?" "He's my husband. My actual husband. Kieran Kingsley." "Oh, you're just like all the other girls on the Internet. They all love calling him their husband. He probably doesn't even know you exist." Valerie stuttered, "Wait, no, you have to believe me, Robert. My husband is Kieran Kingsley. I'm his wife. I'm a rich housewife."