He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

"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.

"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.

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?”

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

Three years into her marriage, Chloe James knew something was wrong. She had pain, itching, and occasional bleeding, symptoms she was too embarrassed to discuss. She finally made a secret appointment. Lying cold on the examination table, she flinched as the doctor looked inside. "You're so young to have an IUD," the doctor remarked casually. "Why did you decide not to have kids?" Chloe's mind went blank. Her nails bit into her palm. "IUD? Doctor, that's impossible. I had a miscarriage two years ago. I've been trying ever since. I've done six rounds of IVF. Why would I have an IUD?" The metal instrument pressed in. Chloe gasped, tears springing to her eyes. "It's no mistake," the doc

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.

Chelsea “How can he just steal my phone and disappear?” I let out for an uncountable amount of time since I realized my phone didn’t just disappear from the house. My husband stole my phone, and it has been hours since he left. I thought of going out to get a new phone, but I couldn’t leave because I felt very weak, not to mention I was in so much pain. I took some painkillers, slept, and woke up hoping that he would be back with my phone when I woke up.

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.