Novel & Cerita He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband

She just lived and existed because she had me. That wasn't the kind of life I wanted for myself. Living in the shadow of a rich husband was like handing over a gun to a thief, believing he was going to protect you because he promised he would. Me and Damian’s case would be a perfect example of dejavu. Shivering at the thought of it, I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. “Hey babe.” I greeted, watching Tracey's mouth fall open at the sight of me. Her smile reached her eyes, and she wiped her hands off with a napkin before coming over to give me a peck.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

I said, “I’m the wife of one of your employees. Soon to be ex-wife.” Something shifted in his expression. Subtle. “I see,” he said. “So… you know who I am?” His gaze drifted for a moment. “I didn’t,” I continued, “but Marco told me who you were.” “Mm.” He fell silent again. He didn’t ask anything. He just looked at me with that same quiet concern. Maybe… That’s why I spoke. “My husband… he cheated.” Adrian listened. Silently. “The same day I found him in a hotel room with that woman… I found out I was pregnant.”

I didn’t understand anything anymore. “You were married two days ago,” he said. “Yes.” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “And now?” I was almost excited to say the next words that came out of my mouth. “He’s… dead.” “I know. I was the one who ordered the hit.“ “What happens to me now?” I finally asked. Silence fell between us. “What happens now is that you belong to me, Amaya Vancouver.” The words landed like a final blow. I froze and my mind went blank.

I was sure of it. But how? How had she stolen such a massive amount? The bank president, George Stewart, arrived soon after and wasted no time pulling up the surveillance footage. The moment the screen flickered on, Alfie and Demi fell silent, their sobs turning into shaky breaths. Seeing a clue to follow, Alfie and Demi finally stopped crying and turned to the screen with everyone else. The moment the thief's face became clear, every gaze instinctively shifted toward me. A chilling numbness spread through my body, and I could no longer stop myself from trembling. The thief was still me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Go away." "You really think Ethan can protect you?" I froze. "What?" A low chuckle came from the other side. "He lied to you." "No." "He lies better than I ever did." "Stop it!" "You think I'm the villain." My breathing hitched. "But Ethan never told you why I really hated him." I shook my head, refusing to listen. Ryan continued anyway. "He stole something from me long before he stole my wife." Tears stung my eyes.

“Don't come to me to uncover truths you don't want to hear.” She was silent for a moment. She let out a loud snort, and before I could anticipate it she raised her hand, ready to slap me. But before her hand could touch my skin, someone caught her wrist quickly. And I recognized that touch before I saw his face. Aaric Bernardi. He appeared from nowhere, standing beside me, gripping Vivian's hand firmly enough for her to flinch. His expression was cold, and it’s dangerous. “If you want your husband's life back, blame him instead.”

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

He groaned and rubbed his forehead. “Looks like you drank a lot?” Felix sensed something was wrong with him. “No, she drugged me” Patting down his pockets, he noticed his phone was gone, along with his wallet. “And she robbed me” “Where's my phone?” He looked around the bed.. “And my wallet?” He checked every pockets in his suits “My wallet is gone too. I've been robbed. That lady robbed me. She drugged me and she robbed me” “What? I thought you guys got along so quickly and were just having fun”

he continued, his brown eyes glaring into mine, “and your husband is all you can think of. How disgusting.” The tears fell freely now. I wanted to defend myself, to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. So I just sat there, silent, as his gaze bore into me. He picked up his tablet again, scrolling briefly before looking at me. “I heard Mr Agu once paid your school loan and took you in after you were scammed.” I froze with my heart already drowning in his brutal honesty. How did he know that?