Fleur Delacour Husband Novels & Stories

The ballroom glowed and had the fragrance of Fleur du Ciel, the signature scent of Duval Scents — my father’s empire, my family’s pride. Two years of marriage. That was the occasion. But really, tonight was about my father ,Monsieur Duval, the man who taught me that appearances must never crack whether I was happy or not. I could not disappoint him. Not now, not ever. Since I had chosen to marry my childhood crush, Louis, I must certainly bear the consequences. “Anne-Marie, ma chère, where is your charming husband?” a voice asked. I turned, barely able to recognize the Polish woman. She was dressed like a queen and was holding a small fluffy puppy that I wanted to squish so badly.

I felt every pulse, every spasm, and my own orgasm hit me like a runaway train, tearing a scream from my throat that echoed through the bathroom. We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, glued together, sweaty. The water from the shower, which I didn’t remember turning on, ran over us, hot and soothing. “You are a drug, Aurora Dupont,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Löwe Delyon.” “What?” “Now I am Aurora Delyon.” I turned in his arms, facing him. “Not because I married your father, but because I am yours. I always have been. I am your wife. Forever.”

Hunter glanced at his wristwatch, frowning. "My father told me that three people would be showing up, and the third person should be your husband, right?" Faline nodded quietly and placed her expensive purse on the table. She took off her sunglasses and stared at me. "My husband won't be able to show up today because he has to attend a meeting with some potential investors." It looks like Faline had gotten married to a rich guy. A few minutes later, one of the hotel staff came to clean up the broken glass, and I apologized to them.

"We know all about your little escapade. You're all over the news." I feel a chill run down my spine as Chloe's mocking gaze meets mine. "The aspiring governor's wife caught with her lover," she sneers, her voice dripping with malice. "You're quite the celebrity, Flora." I try to push past them, but Chloe's mother blocks my way. "You're not going anywhere, Flora. Stanley wants to talk to you." My heart sank at the mention of my husband's name. What does he know? And what does he want from me?

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

But what if he did it because he was repulsive of my touch? The idea of kissing someone like me, disgusting him? Trying to ignore the negative thoughts, I give the guests a fake smile and proceed with the celebrations. Weddings celebrations progressed and now it was time for our dance. To everyone's surprise, my dear husband was busy on a phone call ignoring the repeated announcements calling for his name. Rose stood next to me as my eyes searched for him everywhere. "I guess your dear husband is already avoiding you,no wonder he left you here alone. " "Rose please I am no-"

"Madam Fleur, we'll be sitting over there. You two carry on!" Fleur rolled her eyes and finally relaxed. However, as they turned away, she overheard their whispers. "They're mother and daughter-in-law, alright, but they just sit there and don't talk!" "Hey, is that really her daughter-in-law? Look, no ring on her finger! Are the Hamertons unkind to their daughters-in-law?" Fleur's expression darkened. She slammed her cup onto the saucer, creating a loud clatter and spilling her coffee.

But I knew with certainty that Bastien was far more honorable than Adrien would ever be. He looked away, like he instantly regretted what he’d said. “Fleur, I’m sorry. I just fucking love you, and losing you has made me realize how much. I’m depressed, like you died or something.” “Our marriage did,” I said. “And it’s time to move on. Stalling the paperwork isn’t going to change anything, Adrien. I’m already with someone else now.” “That worries me.” Unsure what that meant, I waited for him to say more.

Flora suddenly asked her to become her husband's second wife. "I know you used to like and love Ethan, right? You two even had a serious relationship." Flora spoke softly but confidently. "You stepped back so I could get close to him. That's why I feel you're the only one who deserves to be his second wife." Amelia winced. What Flora said was true. They both used to like Ethan Reed, the handsome guy from the medical faculty who was the target of many women during their college days. The man who is now Flora's husband, her own friend.

asked an elderly gentleman seated to her right**,** one of the few who treated her with basic courtesy. "I am afraid I do not know," Flora admitted. "He did not inform me of his plans." "How unusual for a husband," the man's wife commented with false concern. "My Harold never leaves the house without telling me exactly when he will return." "Flora is quite used to it," Lisette interjected. "My son is a very busy man. The Kensington Empire does not run itself, after all." The unspoken implication hung in the air: unlike Flora, who contributed nothing of value.