He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

“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?”

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."

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.

"Think you can steal him away with a couple of ghost stories? So what if he took a drink for you? I'm the one he loves now!" I gave her a cold look. "My flight to New York is tomorrow morning. I'm never coming back for the rest of my life." I tossed the towel in the trash. "Save the crazy for him." "Leave?" Scarlett suddenly let out a shrill laugh. She lunged at me, grabbed my hair tight, her eyes pure poison. "You think you can just walk away? Nobody defies the Don's woman in Chicago!" She whispered into my ear. "That river couldn't drown you years ago. Today, I'm going to make sure you die right on the street!"

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.

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.

A picture appeared on the screen of Adrian standing beside me in his wedding suit, his hand resting around my waist while I smiled beside him. Someone gasped. “What is this?” Another guest leaned forward. “Is that Elena?” Vivian froze. Her smile disappeared instantly. I watched her from the back of the room as another scene appeared. Adrian and I were walking together through the beautiful resort where we had spent our first vacation as husband and wife. There were pictures of us by the beach, sitting together at dinner, and walking along the shore. Every image revealed a part of a life Vivian had never known existed in that house.

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.