He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

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.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. … Alan's POV In the real world, soft spring sunlight streamed through the window as I gently soothed the child in my arms. My partner brought me a glass of warm water and gave me a loving kiss on the cheek. Life was peaceful and cozy. The system, silent for so long, suddenly spoke in my mind again. [Host, Hannah Leywood has passed away. The Shale family has lost its power and completely collapsed. Before her death, Hannah left all her property to Dylan.]

“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.

He was about to walk past her when he stopped and stood very still for a moment — that odd particular stillness she had seen once before, in the clearing, when everything had been stripped away — and looked at her sideways. "I had a dream," he said, very quietly. "Three months ago. Before the wedding. Before all of this." He paused. "You were in a cell. A stone cell, cold, and you were bleeding and there was a television — I don't know why I remember the television — and you were watching something and you were—" He stopped. He looked at his papers. "You died. In the dream. I watched it happen and I couldn't move." He was quiet for a moment. "I woke up and I thought — I almost called you. I

Kelvin's friends approached with a young woman. Kelvin rushed to her side, concerned. "All done. I told you to wait for me. Why did you come out so quickly?" The woman looked pale and glared at me suspiciously. "Who's that?" Kelvin's friend William Henderson leaned in. "Oh, that's Hannah, the jinx." "Got her husband killed after just one year of marriage. Hey, where's your baby? Did you get it killed too?" I slapped William across the face. I didn't care about Kelvin being dead or alive, but cursing my baby? I'd slap him to death!

A banner across the top, in red capitals. VIVIAN SPEAKS: “MY STEPSISTER STOLE MY FIANCÉ, AND NOW SHE’S DESTROYED MY FAMILY.” I read the headline once. Then I read it again. Beneath the photograph, a smaller line. Exclusive: Tonight, the woman Amanda Whitmore betrayed tells her story. I put the paper down, very slowly, as though it might go off. “She slept with my husband,” I said. “I know.” “I saw her.” “I know.”