He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

Tristin closed her door and the sad look on her face disappeared instantly. Her father was such a funny man. She knew she could deceive him easily. When one was driven by greed they would be so blind to things staring right at them. She walked lazily to her bed and lay down. Now she would scam him till the seven months were over and before he even knew what was happening, she would be married to Tylor.

I added, getting irritated myself. “My husband was so obsessed with you back then. You’re the reason why we broke up.” I couldn't believe what she was saying. I calmed myself and took a deep breath. “I have never been involved with any other man. There has only been one man in my life, and that was my husband. I don’t even know your husband. So don’t talk to me as if you know me or as if I stole something from you, Miss.” I was suddenly shocked when she threw a small tin can she had picked up at me. I closed my eyes and waited for it to hit me, but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes, a tall man was standing in front of me, and I knew exactly who it was.

"He deserves it! Parading his mistress in front of his legal wife—now look at him, kicked out with nothing and buried in debt." "This should be entertaining. 200 million in debt—how is he ever going to pay that back?" I smiled at Ethan, pity in my eyes. "Oh, Honey, I only took back what rightfully belongs to me. It's just that this time, you lost completely." The last line of defense in Ethan's mind finally collapsed. "You must be insane! A woman like you—so twisted, plotting against your own husband! You're mentally ill! I'll have you locked up in a psychiatric hospital!"

Yet, the crowd of onlookers, drawn by the drama, only erupted in derisive laughter. “Hahaha! She actually stole Mrs. Hoover’s man! She’s done for!” Sonya Hoover jabbed a finger at my face and cursed. “You shameless trash! Still putting on an act? You think calling someone here will make me let you go? Just drop the act already! The Skylar family? I’ve never heard of them! I’m calling the cops right now and having you arrested for stealing the wedding dress!” I clutched at my ruined wounds as blood kept slipping through my fingers.

" Outside the door, the debt collectors were furiously pounding on the door, banging so loudly it made my chest ache. On this side of the door, my best friend, Evangeline Frost, was earnestly urging me to renounce my inheritance. In my previous life, I had believed her. I gave up my inheritance rights because I didn't want to be responsible for my husband's debts. But the debt collector, Leo Hunter, was a lawless thug who didn't care about any of that. He was convinced I had money and was simply refusing to pay. He kidnapped my son, Shawn Harlow, and used the most extreme methods to force me to settle the debt.

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

He grabbed and said urgently, “Why didn’t you say something sooner? We just helped Phoebe give her a hard time! Are you trying to get us all fired?” I cleared my throat and looked at everyone there. “From the beginning, I said I was only here to confront my cheating husband.” I looked at Phoebe, and the thought of her stealing my nephew made me furious. “But this has gone way beyond the matters of a simple affair!” As I spoke, tears welled up in my eyes. “Dad, you must seek justice for Lily and her son! “Her baby never died! Phoebe stole him and has been raising him as her own!”

Jessica took another deep breath. “Dorothy’s husband got really bad dementia, and Dorothy had to move him into the pack’s senior care facility. Just before he died, Stephanie and Sheila took advantage of him, if you know what I mean. That caused Dorothy to experience severe betrayal pains for several hours. Apparently, they used a dress that they had stolen from Dorothy to convince her husband that they were her.

“The more you resist…” His voice drops lower. Darker. “…the harder I’ll enjoy breaking you again.” I turn my face away, shaking. But deep in my chest, that impossible heat still burns. A spark. An echo. A faceless memory. And as New York disappears behind the curtain of rain, I understand—with ice-cold terror spreading through my veins—that my life has just been ripped from my hands. Stolen by a man who claims to be my husband. A man I don’t remember. But who clearly never forgot me.