Novel & Cerita He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband

The people in the conference room gradually dispersed, leaving only me and Hudson, who was pinned to the ground by the police. He lifted his head to look at me and struggled desperately to crawl toward me. "Charlotte! Honey! Listen to me!" He ignored the police trying to restrain him and crawled forward on his knees, his face covered in snot and tears. "That child isn't mine! I was tricked! I'm a victim too!" He wiped his face, and his eyes actually showed a glimmer of hope.

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!"

“I knew it. I knew you couldn't stay out of trouble for long. You just had to do something. So, what was it for? Who did you steal him from?” “My late husband's ex wife,” I answered calmly. “Damn girl. You make me feel like I am watching a telenovela.” “Will you stop that?” I complained. His shoulders shrugged like he didn't care. He puffed another smoke and then took out the lights of the cigarette after tapping then dropped it on the small plastic cup before him. “What do you want me to do? Kill him?” “Goodness no. You can't kill him,” I hissed. Was he crazy?

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.

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.

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?”

" 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.”