He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I almost had him. Rowen and Michela were supposed to be together. Everyone at the university knew it. Then Serena appeared. Out of nowhere, with a pitiful orphan story. Making everyone feel sorry for her. And somehow made him fall for her. The man who was supposed to be mine. She stole him from me. But I still won. I made her life a living hell. I got Rowen back. Or at least... That was what I believed until this very moment. She had done it again.

"This is the real you, isn't it? You only care about money! No wonder Dylan loved me. All you have left is your money now—how pathetic!" I straightened up and said sternly, "Is there anything in this world more satisfying than being rich and having your scumbag husband die? How much is your so-called love even worth? If you don't want more years added to your sentence, you'd better return every penny of my money!" Mandy was still trying to act tough as her downfall approached. There was no way I could let her off so easily. I leaked the evidence to media outlets, who ran wild with the story of Mandy knowingly entering the affair and plotting Dylan's fake death to scam funds from people.

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.

“In fact, I snooped through your bag all those years ago and took a good look at it. Guess what I found out now? It’s the same one Maverick used to wear because there’s an old picture of him in a magazine wearing it. It's the same brand and the same engraving as the one I found in your bag then. So I checked and there’s only one like it because it’s customized. You stole his watch, didn’t you, sis? And he’s also the father of your daughter.” The air around me felt too heavy, and my knees shook as if I was going to fall any minute. “Ro,” I breathed out. “Who are you?” She tilted her head, still smiling faintly. “Your sister.”

She doesn’t know I see the way she curls into herself when she lies on that giant bed like a prisoner, or how she lingers in front of the locked drawer where Lewis hides her phone. She doesn’t know it yet—but the game’s already changed. She’ll never know how much I want to grab her, pin her against the counter, and make her forget his name. But I can wait. Because she’s not his forever. She’s not just Lewis’s anymore. Not if I can help it. She’s mine. And I’ll burn the fucking world to steal her. One day soon… her eyes will finally look for me. And when they do, I’ll be waiting.

“You still think we’re actually here to collect debt from you? “That was just a story Mr. Foster made up to keep you distracted and away from him. “The company you worked so hard for? It was never bankrupt. It’s being run by him and Miss Lane.” It felt like a lightning bolt struck my mind. Everything I had risked my life for was fake. I was laughably stupid. “Someone told us to ‘play with you’ however we want,” said the man with a twisted grin. “Don’t worry. We’ll be gentle. You’ll never forget it.” As their disgusting hands moved closer, I desperately dialed a number. “Cedric, some men are trying to hurt me. Come quickly. I’m at the apartment from earlier.”

She rushed forward and slapped her enraged husband twice. "So what if I cheated on you? Caleb stayed loyal to me his entire life. I kept a child for his family. What’s wrong with that? You old cripple, don’t be so narrow-minded!" Taking advantage of the chaos, I grabbed Lily and got out. I did not care what kind of fire I had lit or how badly it would burn that family. First, I had no interest. Second, I was genuinely busy. To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately.

“Umm… I would feel betrayed and hurt, of course.” I leaned into the mic. “Well, you had to assume that, but for me, I lived it.” She blinked, taken aback by my statement. “And the one who stole my work was none other than the one I gave every fiber of myself to—my so-called husband, Hayes.”

I have trusted him. It’s hard... so hard to just see him as the villain. Especially when he says he wants to talk. Especially when he says he's regretful, that he wants me back, that we can work this out. But after sitting here, watching him perform this entire charade that he believes passes for an apology... I can’t ignore it anymore. I’ve been married to a man I never really knew. This has always been a movie. No, probably a fantasy. He gave me a fantasy. A carefully constructed illusion of the life I thought I was living, the life I thought I had… all while he took everything from me.