He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

"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.

He clung on tightly, tears of regret streaming down his face. He saw me for the first time when he was eight, and even at that young age, he wished to marry me. By 18, he was even more determined than his eight-year-old self. But at 24, he met the resilient, pitiable Rhianne and began to dislike my temperament. At 25, he publicly stripped me of my identity at our engagement banquet, at the cost of losing me forever. Within minutes, Jeffrey arrived at the institute. There, he found the once-proud heir of the Rhett family weeping like a child.

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

“But I was wrong.” Elena shook her head. “No…” “You once asked me to promise that I’d never choose money over you.” He forced a painful smile. “I kept that promise.” Confusion replaced her grief. “What?” “I never sold you.” The sentence echoed through the room. Elena stared at the screen, unable to move. “I know that’s what everyone will make you believe.” He leaned closer to the camera. “But listen to me carefully.” His voice became firmer. “I signed away my marriage.”

--- I went to the hospital where Alice’s body was kept. I couldn’t even step inside. My legs weakened again—just like when I lost my baby. I couldn’t do it. --- “Sophia, hija…” Alice’s mother hugged me. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Before I could even finish, a loud slap echoed. Her husband. “You’re hugging the reason my daughter died?! You’re so stupid!” “Then it’s your fault!” I shouted at him. “You’re a useless father! All you do is gamble!”

She cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "Igor must be in a meeting. I'll tell him when he calls me back after the meeting!" I took a deep breath and looked at Renee. "As your lecturer, out of responsibility for you, I'll tell you again. My husband is dead. If the person who got you pregnant told you he was my husband, then you've probably been scammed! Also, I don't know how you got that photo, but Lenis Corporation has been under my leadership in recent years—" "Pfft! Candice, you're so shameless. You can't be trying to say that Lenis Corporation got to where it is today because of your leadership, right?"

My breath came out in a gasp. What happened to me? What… had they done? I turned my head slowly and froze. He was there. Sitting in the corner like a predator who had been watching me sleep. His legs were crossed, his sleeves rolled up, a smug smirk playing on his lips. The man who haunted every moment of my torment. The man behind the blackmail. The reason I betrayed my husband. “You,” I rasped, voice thin and shaky. “What did you do to me? Why am I here? Where’s Louis?”

She knew what she wanted and didn’t apologize for it. And me? I gave it to her. For months. Willingly. Begrudgingly. Desperately. I used to tell myself I was in control—that it was my choice. That I had the upper hand. But now? Now I was sure as hell gonna do whatever she wanted. Because I just stole $8,000 from her husband’s offshore account. I looked back down the hallway toward the hospital room. Elsa was still crying in the corner chair. Echo hadn’t moved. My dad was dying. My mom might not last the week. The hospital bills were predators circling what was left of our savings.

But when I opened my messages, the first thing I saw was a social media post Wendy Walker had just shared: "They say the way to a girl's heart is through her stomach— Mr. Wellington really knows how to take care of a woman! Today's happiness starts with snagging the last designer bag at boutique~" The photo showed a man's silhouette cooking in a kitchen. In the corner of the image sat a brand-new luxury handbag—its price exactly matching the amount that had disappeared from my account. The room spun. A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs.