Novel & Cerita He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband

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.

His words echo through the room, leaving me stunned. 'Wife'? Byun Baekhoon, the enigmatic figure, claims me as his spouse? The surreal moment suspends reality, leaving me questioning sanity. Is this a dream? The stranger's words tumbled out in urgent desperation, "Of course! Your wife stole my wallet while I was shopping! Multiple witnesses saw her hiding it in her jacket! You must compensate me! This is theft! I'll drop the charges only if you pay me!"

“I chose not to surrender.” His expression hardened. “You don’t trust me.” I held his gaze. “I don’t trust the way you talk about this.” “That’s deflection.” “It’s truth.” He stepped closer until I had to tilt my head slightly to meet his eyes. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to find out from a lab report that your own wife has been secretly taking contraceptives?” “Do you have any idea how suffocating it is to feel like your body is being audited?”

"I’ll check every camera. I’ll track every phone call. And when I find the man who thinks he can steal from me, I won't just destroy him. I'll make you watch while I strip away everything he ever cared about. And then, Zora, I will come back for you." He steps closer, leaning down until his shadow completely eclipses me. "Next time," he whispers, his finger tracing the line of my trembling lower lip. "I won't care if you're dry. I won't care if you're crying. I’m going to take you until you forget any other man’s name. I am your husband. I am your owner. And I am going to collect every ounce of interest on this debt." He turns on his heel and walks to the door, straightening his tie in the m

The sound of car brakes. Then— An accident. She had an accident. “I … I remember.” “I remember everything now. Daren and Camelia are having an affair!” Liora’s body trembled violently. Tears fell uncontrollably. “So even after I almost died, you still stayed with that cheap woman, Daren!” Liora shouted angrily, realizing her husband had never changed and was still hurting her by cheating with her best friend. Inside the apartment, Daren was still holding Camelia without knowing that his wife was standing outside the door.

I just stole five million dollars from my husband. Lake was not just my husband—he was everything to me—my best friend, my anchor, my source of light and happiness. He was my soulmate. And now I just deceived him and left him with the thought of saving my grandmother and his legacy, his company, his name, and probably his safety. How was it fair? I did nothing wrong than love the man for who he was, not what he had.

“Do you know what this fool did? He demolished her home. He made my little girl homeless.” Oh shit. Now I'm dead meat. “Dad, that’s not the true story. There's a reason for his actions," Elara interjects, trying to keep the peace. But Damien’s face darkens. "Homeless? After chasing her down like a thief?" Damien mutters, shooting me a deadly glare. “What do you mean?” Antonio asks, glancing between Elara and me. Damien sighs. “I just asked him, and he told me the truth here—which is that she stole his wallet… because he did something to her. I'm sure now that it's the demolition."

He lunged forward, trying to stop me, but the security guards I'd arranged beforehand blocked his way. "Second, the truth about my ex-wife, Quinn Hart. She betrayed me and entered a relationship with Chester. They had an affair behind my back and had a child together. After this, I will be pressing charges against Quinn for bigamy." Photo after photo and video after video appeared on the screen. The reporters instantly turned their cameras toward Quinn, whose face had turned deathly pale. Once everything was over, I stood up and walked toward the exit without hesitation. Seeing me leave, Quinn jumped to her feet and tried to chase after me. But the next second, a dozen reporters surrounded h

I clutched the paper, my heart twisting in pain as tears streamed down my face. That day, Jenny killed our child with her own hands, and whatever remained of our relationship died with it. The whole thing had been planned by Rowena, but I couldn't say anything when Mom's life was in her hands. "Cut the act! I'd like to see how long you can keep this up!" Unmoved by my tears, Jenny swept the expensive dishes off the table. "From now on, you'll live on five dollars a day. Since you're so obsessed with money and want to live a lavish life so much, I won't let you have your way, Caleb!" she said.