He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

It hurt so much. But I had to muster the strength to get up. Max saw me struggling and seemed amused, watching me crawl like a dying dog. He didn't rush to make his call but sat back in a chair, lighting a cigarette, enjoying the show. When I managed to get up and reach the flower bed by the dining table, I retrieved my phone, which was live streaming. Max's face turned ghostly pale. I adjusted the camera to focus on Max. "Please take screenshots and help me spread this. This is Max Jennings... my husband. He admitted to murdering my parents two years ago and poisoning my unborn child. Now, he plans to kill me and steal the inheritance my parents left me!"

"When I came in here earlier, I said I was here prior to an investigation and that his boss said that he stole over a million dollars from his account and disappeared. I said I wasn't going to cause trouble, and that he should return the money nicely and that we'll all go happily. And he resisted. Now guess what, look at the house you live in, it's all gloomy and sad. I heard your daughter hasn't gone to school for a month now because of fees issues, now don't you think your husband even if he wanted to steal should have used the money to turn your lives around? well guess what he used the money for? he's working for this woman who apparently he's married to. She's a Russian boss baby and th

I was trying to survive the traces of the toxic relationship we had, and I wasn’t going to let anyone defend him. I shouted, “I loved him, Lucas. I loved my husband with all of my heart.” One tear betrayed me and landed on my cheek as I said, “Even though he was dark, vicious, and sadistic, I loved him.” I hit my chest with my fist, “This stupid heart loved him more than life.” “I was just a little dirty secret in his life,” I continued with sobs. Then I stared into his eyes, “Do you know how we got married? We married because of money and benefits, because of a stupid will and no one ever knew about that marriage.”

"Honey, let me handle the medical bills. Go. Work is important. Don't worry about us." My wife, Mara Miller, held the bank card with eight million dollars inside tightly. She might have sounded gentle and understanding, but her eyes were gleaming with triumph and excitement. In my previous life, I had trusted her completely. I did not expect her to take the money needed to save our son, Jayden Lowe, to conspire with my colleague, Ian Staffer, and frame me for embezzling company funds.

"Or maybe I’m worried. You think I can’t see what’s going on? The car, the shiny new office—" She let her gaze sweep me up and down before leaning in close. "—you’re playing house with a billionaire, Amelia. We both know how… dangerous that can get." I let out a sharp scoff. "Oh, please. You’re one to talk. You’re the one who stole my husband for a chance at playing house with a billionaire. Except, Tristan still—" I stopped myself, biting down hard on the words before they slipped past my lips. For one second, the urge to twist the knife burned bright.

I wouldn’t rest until I saw his livelihood, his money, and his pride crumble into sand at his feet. It had been better in so many ways before I made the foolish decision to step into her life. I had been watching from the shadows for years, keeping her as safe as I could, just as I had promised to do. But then I found out about her husband’s affair. She had been happy, or so I thought. But as I looked at her situation more closely, it became clear that life as a Carter had been nothing but a cascade of misery and disappointment. She had made herself small to fit into Misha Carter’s world, and how did he repay her?--with deception. With a mistress and a bastard he expected her to raise as her

"Mom, Dad... he's gone." I stared at the figure being wheeled out, covered in a white sheet, and then at my son, devastated beside me. It felt like a dream, unreal and suffocating. In my previous life, seeing Evan like this had broken my heart. Tears in my eyes, I had pulled him into my arms, trying to comfort him. "Don't worry, Evan. Even if it's just the two of us, I won't let you suffer. I promise." But only days after Max's death, the debt collectors had come knocking. That's when I learned the truth—my husband had racked up nearly a million in gambling debt.

The police officer told me that the driver was Benedict Dunn, a man from a tiny town in Hunton. I kept the name in mind. That day, I filed for a change in marital status. Fortunately, Hank did not own any assets. All the property I owned, including the house and the car, was acquired before our marriage. Ironically, I should thank his deceitful affection. Hank was at the lowest point of his career and love life when I first met him. His startup went under, wiping out his savings and ruining him financially. Even his old flame, Claudia, left him and went abroad.

When we were 18, he had said, "Even if I lost my life, I'd never lose this toy." Now, he was throwing it away with his own hands. Did that mean his life no longer included me? "Eleanor, we've already discussed this. The person I got engaged to was the real Ms. Shaw. You merely took her place in life. Did you think I was marrying you? Do I need to spell it out? The person I'm marrying is her. Don't you get it? How do you still have the nerve to come here and cause trouble?" His deep voice seemed to confirm my worst fears. His words tore through me; it was as though the man who once promised to love me forever had never existed.

I thought that he loves me and I thought I found something special but it hurts to know that it didn't mean anything to him. "I didn't go through any stress to get anything back, in fact I don't stress over anything. I only wanted the money back just to teach Gary a lesson and also to show him that he can't just steal from me but I found out that he is dead and I wanted to give up on the money and Gary as a whole but then I heard everything was willed to you and that there was a marriage clause and you were looking for someone to go into a contract marriage with you." I staggered back and I quickly grabbed on to the next available chair. " I know you are upset with me but I didn't steal your