He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

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.

“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?

We only heard that he was in America. "I heard you got married," he changed the subject. I nodded. "Yeah, it was recently." "It's not Martha, is it?" I chuckled at his words. "No, it's not her." We talked for a while, catching up on each other's personal lives. I told him about what happened to my brother, Daryl, and about Tessa and me. He also shared what happened after he found out his wife was having an affair. Severino almost killed his wife, but because of his love for her, he chose to leave. But the nerve of that woman to demand half of his wealth just because they got married. That's why he's back. And then he said something that shocked me. He knows about Daryl—that he's alive.

“No. What happened?” She let out an annoyed sigh. “My stupid husband has decided to marry his maid.” I blinked. “Marry his maid?” “Yes! Can you believe it? Her name is Mia. Apparently, the two of them are now claiming to be husband and wife.” I became completely still. Mia? I looked at Vivian, struggling to find the right words. “Wait. Did you say Mia?” Vivian frowned. “Yes. Do you know her?” I quickly shook my head. “Not really. I mean, I've seen her around.”

I leaned forward, voice quiet and sharp. “I was kidnapped, stabbed, and left for dead while my husband played sugar daddy to a pregnant woman who wasn’t me. My sister nearly died in a car crash while her husband was off playing house with the same woman. We’re not asking you to get involved. We’re asking you to do your job.” He stared for a long time. Then, finally, he nodded. “I’ll see what I can find.” That night, we went back to our old house, not wanting to see the Moretti before the divorce.

i walked toward the table without rushing. My heels clicked against the marble floor. Then I saw him. Edrian. My husband. My ex-husband. The man who had once watched me leave his house in the rain. His face suddenly lost all color. His eyes widened. He stared at me. “Rihanna?” I stopped. The room became painfully quiet. I raised one eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Edrian took one step forward. “You're Rihanna.” I smiled faintly and said, “I think you've mistaken me for someone else.”

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.”

"Exactly! He made it sound so profitable, but the whole time he was just planning to fake his death and flee the country! Who knows what kind of crime he committed that made him flee?!" "Thank God he died, or we'd never get our money back!" "Hurry up and return our money! Otherwise, we're taking your stuff as payment!" "That's right! I'm taking the TV! Come on, grab something too." I was delighted to see the chaos inside. My in-laws couldn't hold their own against this many people, especially since they were in the wrong. No one cared that they had just lost their son. Tiffany spotted me and rushed over, pulling me into the house. "She's my daughter-in-law! Go after her if you want an explan

Esther's tone turned cold as she replied, "Bradley Warner is my husband, and I am his lawful wife. Tell me, don't I have the right to watch?" "I won't repeat myself—" The other kidnapper interrupted his companion with a mocking smile. He laughed and taunted, "The world of the wealthy is truly captivating, isn't it? How does it feel to helplessly watch your husband walk away with another woman?" They laughed. "Hahaha, come on, you can witness what kind of person your man truly is."

Tabitha blinked at the tidings she had just heard on her cell phone. The cell phone unknowingly slipped out of her hands and fell on the carpet covering her bedroom floor. It all feels like a dream. Just last night, she went out to Dinner with Ethan and told her boyfriend she was pregnant. Ethan's reaction was initially shocked, and the next second he was overjoyed to hear of Tabitha's pregnancy. The man kissed her deeply and intensely. Ethan said they would marry soon and tell his family about Tabitha's pregnancy. However, now she got information from her friend that the man died in an accident this morning.