He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband Novels & Stories

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

"Who is this person? Have you been meeting with him behind my back?" I held my ground, raising my chin higher. "That's none of your business." In the blink of an eye, his hand shot out, vise-like fingers clamping around my wrist. I gasped at the crushing force as he yanked me closer, his breath hot on my face. "It damn well is my business! You're my wife!" Struggling against his iron grip, I spat out the truth that had been festering inside me. "You stole Charlie's identity from me! You're a thief, Fed, nothing but a despicable conman unworthy of being compared to even a fraction of the man he is!"

She said surprising me. "Look, I didn't drive all the way to hear such shit, once a person buys shares then it can't be undone, I admit I despise him a lot, only because he stole from me." I answered. "Stole?" She asked. "Yes." I answered as she laughed. "He stole my Bride on my wedding day and married her." I said as her laughter stopped. "Excuse me!" She yelled. "You heard me, I was about to get married to Stacey Miers. Who I assume you know, but your brother badged in uninvited and knocked me unconscious then stole my wife from me." I said seriously.

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!

Like I was trash. Elliot Lacy—the man who got me killed in my last life—stood beside her with a smug grin, his arm hooked through hers. Then it hit me. This was the day I was diagnosed with kidney failure. The same day Elliot "accidentally" let Piper find out he only had one kidney. After that, the woman who once loved me with everything she had became convinced Elliot was the one who saved her. And me? I became the liar who stole his credit. But this time, I got another shot.

She's probably dumping him the second they get back. Ever since I married Everett, he had wanted me to quit my job and stay home full-time. I said no. Right before I gave birth, the house we were living in got seized and auctioned off. We were kicked out and forced into a tiny rental. That was when I found out the truth. Before we even got married, Everett had already been blacklisted. His business partner had run off with the money, leaving him buried in debt. The business collapsed not long after. He couldn't pay back the bank loans, so his name ended up on the default list.

James stepped out first, then walked around to open my door. I ignored his hand and stepped out on my own. Flashes went off immediately. Cameras. Reporters. Of course. “Dr. James!” “Over here!” “Who’s the lady with you tonight?” I froze for a second. Then James’s hand wrapped around my waist. Possessive. Firm. “My wife,” he said confidently. Wife. The word felt foreign now. I forced a smile. Because I had no choice. Because my brother was lying in a hospital bed.

Surprisingly, I cried and he came closer in panic. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. I sniffed "The man in the movie cheated on his wife. Why do men cheat?" I was upset looking at him. He hissed "Baby, it's just a movie. Not all men are cheaters," he consoled and caressed my shoulder. "You men always say that but you're all liars," he stunned at my reaction. "You should stop watching that movie. It's no good," he countered seriously. "See? you want me to shut the television because it's true!" I exclaimed loudly and uneasiness was visible on his face. "Why are you so moody?" he sounded irritated.

But I’d heard rumors. King Kael, king of the cursed. Brutal, dominant and aggressive. Now all I had to do was feed the one desire stronger than his rage. “You already knew what it felt like for something that was yours to be taken from you.” I began. “Thalos was mine, but my sister stole him from me.” “She became his mate, and his Luna seated on his throne.” “If I can’t have him, then no one will.” I lifted my hand and clenched my fist.