Eva Pilgrim Husband Novels & Stories

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

Henry said. "And you didn't tell me anything about this?" Kylie shouted grabbing the glass from the counter and smashed it to the wall with anger making it break into the pieces. "Kylie... stop!" Sarah said and Kylie looked at her with her big eyes. "Stop? STOP WHAT?" Kylie yelled and tears just rolled down from her eyes. "I know... It's hard to accept the truth. But, he is someone's else husband now—" "HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY HUSBAND!" Kylie yelled cutting off Sarah in mid sentence.

His lips pulled a tight smile as he acknowledged Evangeline who just bobbed her head, looking at him with some sort of expression I could not decipher. "I guess you must have recognized who this is." I faced Alex who didn't have an accommodating look on his face at all as he looked at Liam dead in his eyes. "Yes, I do." Liam replied, his tone tight and not willing to offer more information. He extended his hand out to Alex who dropped his gaze to his hand before reaching to take it even though it was quick and brief. "Is... is he your husband?" Evangeline asked, dragging her gaze from Liam to me, her eyes clearly stating something different.

Phil, what are you doing here?" Evangeline exclaimed, rising to her feet and rushing to embrace her husband. She could sense that he had missed her and had come looking for her. Or perhaps, he was worried because she hadn't answered his phone call, as she was busy enjoying herself with that other man. Evangeline felt a pang of guilt for betraying Phil's love for her. He had gone to such lengths to find her. However, as her body made contact with his, she realized that something was different. He didn't embrace her back and remained as stiff as a statue.

"Pierce, this is Jordan. Jordan, this is Pierce." I nodded and looked at him again. I offered a handshake. "Pierce Adams, man. Her senior." My eyes examined his outfit again and looked at my outfit afterwards. F-ck! He nodded as he smirked. His smirk was so arrogant. I feel like he's trying to scare me off but I'm trying to hold on to my only hope that he's nothing to Sol. I'm trying to convince myself that he's just a friend. "Jordan Evans, her… husband."

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

She got up from her chair and made her way up to her bedroom. “He’s my husband, not hers,” Elena mumbled stubbornly. "This is not the same as fighting over grades. David is a real person with choices! A shitty person, I might add." Evangeline trailed up the stairs behind Elena, trying to convince her. "Well, newsflash. That shitty person is my husband, and I’m carrying his baby. So no! I’m not letting her have him," Elena angrily spun around to face Evangeline. “You’re crazy! Absolutely crazy,” Evangeline shook her head in disbelief as Elena entered her bedroom and she followed behind.

She often invited me over to their place. I fell completely for Calvin, who was charming and a total gentleman. He felt sorry for me, an orphan who'd been through so much, and was drawn to my kind and understanding nature. Eventually, my feelings won him over, and we got married. His career was taking off at the time, so we didn't have a wedding. After we married, he took me to a meadow and slid a ring onto my finger, his eyes full of tenderness. "Clare, I'll take care of you for life, cherish you, and love only you," he said.

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

Eva said, trying to grab Ivana's hand. “He is not the father,” Ivana said as Eva's jaw dropped. “I am not married to him.” Eva left Ivana's hand slowly as she stared at her with her mouth slightly opened. “I guess you don't know anything, or probably your mother didn't tell you. Eva, Sammy got tired of fighting for our love after my dad threatened to wipe his lineage of including him. I am married Paul Wechuli to save the company, and today, I lost the company ownership to my ex- mother-in-law.”