Falling For My Old Husband Novel Novels & Stories

She was the center of my life. But right now, my feelings have changed. This is all on me because I fell for some other woman. Hannah was just some collateral damage to a sin that I committed. She is definitely innocent. All the blame should be on me. I swallowed and looked at her. I want her to see my sincerity. I want her to see that I am not telling her some kind of excuse. “I am falling for my wife…” I trailed. I watched her expression go from nervous to forlorn. “For the past five months, I have found myself falling for her.”

I ran a cloth over a shelf that didn’t need cleaning, trying to steady my hands. “You keep running,” Cassian’s voice said quietly. I froze. He was there, leaning in the doorway, watching me with eyes that stripped me bare. “Because I have to,” I whispered without turning. “Because if I look at you, I’ll forget.” He stepped closer. “Forget what?” “That I’m his wife.” My voice broke. He came to stand behind me, close enough that the air warmed. His hand brushed my wrist, gentle, and the book I held slipped to the floor with a dull thud.

“Did your mother never teach you to hang around after serving your husband? Just in case he needs something, or your food is trash, and he needs you to make something else? Jace mocked, but Eden only stared at him quietly. “Oh my, they’re dead. How could I forget my in-laws are dead? My bad.” He continued when he saw that his words were getting to Eden. A tear slid down her face. How did she fall in love with this man and even make the mistake of getting married to him? How did she not see that he was a beast? “Please, Jace, leave my parents out of this,” she begged. “Why should I? They brought you into this world and left you without anything, not even a good upbringing. And that’s why you

“You’re right. Neah was my wife, Cassandra. I courted her, I loved her, and I married her. I promised her that once I achieved my dreams, I would make it up to her. She was with me when I was just starting to dream of achieving something in life. She supported me and never left my side until I slowly started reaching my dreams. But I failed her. We didn’t just lose our first child, I lost her too. It was all my fault. Three years ago, when I had a business trip to Las Vegas and you asked me to extend my stay there, that was when I lost my wife, Cassandra. When our unborn child died, I prioritized your company. When Neah’s parents died, I wasn’t by her side because I was in Las Vegas. I could

“Why would you think I won’t like it? Florence, what the hell! You’re acting as if I am some sort of monster. When was I ever?” “You’re not, okay? You’re perfect, Scott. That’s the problem. We have a deal, and falling in love with you wasn’t part of it. But I couldn’t help it, could I? You made sure to make me fall for you in a way that I couldn’t get out of it without getting hurt,” Florence’s tears were now running down her cheeks with full force and she honestly didn’t mind anymore. “And then I found out I was pregnant with your baby, I didn’t want you to think badly of me. To think that I planned this so I could get your money. It’s not who I am. But we’re not really married, right? You’

I cut the connection and slide the phone back into my pocket. I reach for the handle of the door and pull it open. I look across the room at my wife. I married her for the name and kept her for the alliance. But as I watch her look up and meet my eyes across the room, I’m absolutely terrified by the realization that I’m falling for her. Luca Moretti doesn’t fall, but the ground beneath me is crumbling fast.

And when he shifted his angle, hitting that tender, sinful, foreign spot deep inside, I shattered with a scream. He didn’t stop, though. Not when I came. Not when I sobbed his name. Not when I felt him swell and his rhythm stutter, spilling heat into me like a brand. And not even when I felt like I’d die with the pressure on my head as once again my mind glitched and transported me into a memory that didn’t seem like mine but I was there with him. But this time mercifuly it wasn’t shadows holding me down. It was him. My husband. Not the monster. It was the man my younger self fell for.

Lamont felt a wave of heat wash over him. Lena’s sweet words melted him completely. “Forget her, okay? “Let’s start over.” Lamont remained silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and did not refuse Lena’s approaching lips. My soul was trapped in midair. I was forced to watch my husband—the man I had always believed was utterly devoted to me and would never betray me—begin an affair with his former lover, just days after my death. That afternoon, he had been overcome with grief at the sight of my body. Yet by nightfall, he had entirely forgotten about me.

Like they had known each other for years instead of weeks. I watched my husband with another woman and saw what I had been denying. He had fallen for her. Maybe not physically consummated yet. But emotionally? He was already gone. His heart had already left our marriage and found a new home in someone younger and stronger and more exciting than me.

And I only have one attempt left until the alarm attached to it goes off…. Ughhhh, why does it have to be so complicated. What's in there anyway? That requires a passcode. I think deeply before I input the date they got married and bingo…. It unlocked. Mennnnnmn, this man's so in love. I opened the door to see different dark romance books. Damn! Who could have thought that my stepdad is into these things. Hmmm, if I read here I will get caught and it won't be a funny experience. So I took three: The ritual, hunting adeline, and captive in the dark. I glanced through it, saw the disclaimer and I just feel like I would love it. I raised my bodycon and placed them in my panty line, closed the s