Falling For My Old Husband Novel Novels & Stories

It was my first time being in such big hospital that for a second, I had almost thought there wasn't a bathroom and could have puked on the floor and embarrassed myself. Despite being married to one of the wealthiest men in New York, I never got to enjoy such privilege except the few times that Jared insisted on taking me himself, Nichole was all Liam cared about. I hope they both finally have the peaceful happily ever after that they seek. I pushed the thought of him to the back of my head and headed back to the ward. Barely halfway into the room, it suddenly struck me the condition I was in. The divorce had clouded my memory, the trauma from Nichole's ridicule ate deep into me, and I had t

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

My husband, my dignity, my best friend… My heart pounded faster. I deserve better. I know I do. I just don’t know how I love with my whole heart and I end up getting played. I was so sure about him, so confident he loved me just as I loved him, but he was only using me…to get closer to who he actually loved. “Ashley? How are you too…I heard about what happened, I hope you’re better?” Uncle Wilbur said. My eyes filled with water and before I could think of how to answer him, or what next to do, I dashed out of Stella’s apartment.

The name that had forced me to drop out of college, marry a man I barely knew, and shrink myself until I almost disappeared. The name that had taken everything from me. My blood ran cold. My fingers went numb against the sheets. I slowly lifted my gaze back to the man standing in front of me. He gave the woman a small, indifferent nod, completely unfazed by her presence. He was a Blackwood?...

Jean “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” he asks when he notices the tear that escapes my eye. “I won’t have tears for our reunion, love.” I quickly wipe away the tears that managed to stain my cheeks and pull away from the man I used to call my husband. With my head still spinning, I manage to get out of work immediately with the promise that I would close the deal with the mysterious art donor. Dante—or rather, Gavin and I find ourselves behind the safety of my apartment doors soon enough.

She meant absolutely nothing to him. But that was a long time ago Amanda. Amanda before she met him and stupidly slept with him. The Amanda that fell for him . The Amanda that was nothing but a pun, in his sick games . Amanda who wasn’t rotting in jail because of him. "Hello Princess" he whispered. CHAPTER ONE Amanda POV

“Skylar, things were different seven years ago.” “Exactly.” She raised her voice. “Things were different. Seven years ago, we were hopelessly in love with each other. We trusted each other more than anyone and you refused to believe me then. And look at us now! We’re in a forced marriage with no love and you’re believing me now? How fucked up is that?” “I can’t undo what I did,” I said. “I regret not believing you, Skylar. I made a very huge mistake. And I’m sorry for what I did.”

Like ask why. He kissed her. I swallowed hard, the sour taste of old wine and older disappointment rising in my throat. The internet thought I was a fool. The pitied wife who got played, discarded, forgotten. But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know about the contract. About the ten million dollars. About how none of it was ever supposed to feel real. And yet… it did. I fell. Not gracefully. Not logically. I fell like someone who never expected to land.

I groaned and lifted a hand to my head, only to feel thick bandages wrapped around it. Hospital. The memory came rushing back. Emily. My office. Her hands on me. The shove. Lyra must have brought me here after Emily pushed me. She came to seduce me, thinking I would fall for it. As if I ever could. The only woman my heart belongs to is Lillian. I know I ruined everything. I know I hurt her. But somehow I still believe we’ll find our way back. That she’ll return to me… and we’ll be happy again.

Her lips were swollen, tender reminders of a night she wished she could rewrite, even as her body betrayed her with the ache of wanting more. Daniel’s face haunted her in the quiet. The way his hand had held hers at their wedding, the way he whispered “forever” against her hair. And now here she was, in their bed—or worse, in a bed still warm with another man’s presence—while her husband lay unconscious at the hospital, fighting for life. Her chest squeezed, tears burning behind her eyes. What kind of wife did that make her? The faint clatter of pans snapped her back to the present. A smell drifted from the kitchen—coffee, eggs, something buttery. Her heart stopped. He was still here.