Fake Husband Novels & Stories

"This marriage is fake!" Everyone gasps, and Adam pulls me close to him. Someone pushes a microphone towards the waitress, and she gives the journalist a big, fake smile. "Adam Owens is a fraud, and you shouldn't believe his lies. I'm his real wife, and I want what's mine!" She snarled. "That's right, everyone. I'm his real wife." Nina Dobrev. The gold digging waitress who married Adam in Vegas and as she calls herself; his real wife, or realish at least.

She almost forgot that the guy's short term memory only lasted a day and he immediately forgets everyone or anything that was who was irrelevant to him. Sighing she answered, “My ex-husband” “You haven't married yet. How can you have an ex-husband?” he queried. Her eyes squinted at him, thinking if he was just joking about it. However, she could see that he was really serious, which means he really didn't consider Hendrix as her husband. “I married him with a fake name. But still it's me who attended the ceremony and made vows to him, so, basically, I still got married to him,” she explained.

Hank could not argue his way out of this without his father’s DNA. The public was having a field day while Hank battled it out with his family. Judging by the family’s interaction, some believed that Hank was himself. However, how did the whole mess happen? I dialed my assistant’s number. “You’re up.” An article made its rounds on social media within two minutes. “The husband of a locally recognized businesswoman fakes death to elope with mistress!” I recounted my experience in my previous life as if it was a story. Though no names were mentioned, Hank was clearly the protagonist of the story.

A zip file sent to The New York Times, TMZ, and the League Commissioner. Subject: Evidence of Fraud, Bigamy, and Professional Misconduct - Liam Sterling. Attached were the photos I had taken from his filing cabinet. The Marriage License: The legal certificate proving Liam Sterling had married Sophia Cruz three years ago in the Cayman Islands. The Fake Certificate: The souvenir paper from the Vegas chapel he had given me. The Financials: Bank transfers showing him using marital funds (my earnings) to pay for Sophia's condo and prenatal care. The "Orphan" Plan: An email thread between Liam and Sophia discussing how to pass off their illegitimate child as a "war orphan" to gain public sympathy.

Not in any of the careful exchanges I had observed from the edges of this family's world. And Pax Rancour — the smiling man at the gate, the man outside Cross Corporation's lobby, Lyra's boyfriend, the man proposing a business partnership through three layers of hidden ownership — had just sent a dead man's greeting through a burner phone to a woman living under a false name. His father said hello. Not a threat. Not a demand. A greeting. Delivered like a man showing you one card from a hand you don't know the size of. I sat in the dark and felt the full architecture of what I was inside finally become visible.

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

His good eye widened, the realization of the trap hitting him like a physical blow. He was a fraud. He had never touched her. He had never seen her naked, he was not married to her, and he certainly was not the father of the boy sleeping upstate. He had fabricated the entire husband narrative from London to secure I* Technologies' telemetry assets. If he tried to challenge this fake document, the court would demand a DNA test—and the second his DNA failed to match Aiden's, his entire global lie would be completely incinerated. He would be exposed as a public fraud, his racing division would be ruined, and he would face immediate prosecution for corporate extortion.

I pulled away in revulsion. He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot running together. "Audrey, I really do know I was wrong! Chloe—that lying witch—she tricked me. Brandon isn't even mine!" "You're all I have! Can't we just start over?" "Don't you remember when we first started college? I couldn't afford to eat, and you split your meal card with me." "When we first got married, we were renting that basement apartment—no heat in the dead of winter."

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

“The marriage… it’s a scam. Will and I are just friends. We got married because it was the only way he could get custody of Frida.” Silence envelops the table, and I can see the wheels turning in their heads. Just as I finish speaking, Will’s phone buzzes, and he glances at the screen. “Excuse me, I need to take this… so sorry,” he says, his expression shifting to one of concern. He stands and walks out onto the deck, leaving me alone with my family. “Wow, Kiera,” Mia starts, her voice low. “I totally get wanting to help him, but a fake marriage? You know how sensitive you are… This could end badly.”