Henry Cavil Wife Novels & Stories

It was nothing but another cliché story. A man who had gotten rich from being a venture capitalist and abandoning his wife, who had gone through everything with him. As for Celeste, she was the daughter that had been chased out with said wife. Liam was very meticulous in his work. He had also investigated Celeste's mother, Sylvia. Compared to Henry, Sylvia's life story was much more unusual. Liam had only found out that she had come to Taverdale at age 22 and married Henry. But before that age, there was nothing on her.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Avery slapped him once again, harder than the previous one. "You're a fucking despicable bastard," She seethed, her eyes red with hatred. "Opening that mouth of yours and saying whatever the fuck you want and still call yourself her husband?" She scoffed, but it was dry and emotionless. "Then here's a pop quiz, 'husband of the years', did you know your 'wife' had a heart disease that was slowly eating her alive and was pregnant with your fucking child?" Cillian froze and the air in his lungs left him in a single breath. His eyes fluttered and he took a step back, as if he had just seen a ghost.

Henry bought it outright and gifted it to her. The reason Evelyn chose to work here was Xenia. To topple Henry, she had to start with his wife. The couple had risen from nothing together, one of the rare success stories from the bottom to the top in New York’s elite world. But once Henry accumulated wealth, he began entertaining mistresses. There was no world where Xenia wouldn’t feel resentment. A woman with a broken heart was capable of anything. Once the resentment reached a peak, no one would understand Henry’s weaknesses better than the wife who shared his bed for twenty years. Bringing him down would be easy.

Henry’s head snapped to the side, his cheek red, his eyes blazing as he grabbed my wrists, holding them tight. He asked why I was here and even denied knowing the woman who stood behind him with a smug smile on her face that made me want to slap them off. I scoffed when he tried lying. “Don’t lie to me, Henry. I saw you touching her boobs, you coward! You think you can humiliate me like this and get away with it? I’m your wife!” The woman stepped forward and tossed her hair. “How dare you claim you don’t know me? After our night together? After you called me, begging to meet, saying you were done with this pathetic drama you call your life?”

“And who is this lovely lady?” Adrian put a hand lightly on the small of my back. “This is my wife, Helena Cavendish.” I offered a nice smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Mr. Peplau’s look stayed as he took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a short, thoughtful kiss. “You have a stunning wife, Cavendish,” he stated, his eyes holding mine a second too long. I felt Adrian’s fingers tighten around my waist, his grip just a little harder than before. Clearly, Mr. Peplau was getting a rise out of him.

Lady Cynthia froze, her mouth falling open as the blood completely drained from her face. The entire hall became so violently tense and speechless you could hear the distant rustle of the wind outside. Cynthia's husband had been caught in a scandalous affair with a maid named Lena just months ago, a humiliation Cynthia had spent thousands of gold coins trying to erase from the pack's memory. I leaned back into my throne, looking down at the circle of pale, trembling vipers. "Does anyone else have any opinions on my marriage? Please, do speak up."

"That may be the case but still we have to consider all the other possibilities worth exploring.” I was quiet for a long moment, processing the information. The woman I fell in love with, the woman who saved my reputation and earned my trust; was any of it real? Or was I being played from the very beginning? "What about her family?" I asked. "The mother is exactly what you'd expect; a social climber, desperate to maintain appearances. The father is legitimately ill, has been for years. Medical records confirm it's serious. And the sister..." Henry pauses again. "Camilla Wright. Twenty-six, lives in Brooklyn, works as a freelance artist. By all accounts, complete opposite of Pamela. Introvert

Henry Cervantes, a billionaire in the Philippines, took his wife and sister Atilla, who is married to Ram Santiago, there for a holiday just a month ago. During the opening of that resort, it was featured many times on international and local channels and in magazines. "When will you inform your son who his father is, or do you have any intentions to tell him the truth?" I did not realize that I had zoned out, which is why I was so startled when I heard her speak. "Don't worry, Mel; I have everything figured out," I lied to her, and I could see by her reaction that she did not believe me; fortunately, she did not press the matter further.

Although the last time they were together was spent in hostility, considering that they have been married for years, there should still be feelings between them. However, Vanessa questioned him back. She asked why he would trust Henry to keep their assets. She mocked him for trusting Henry, revealing that Chantal has already divorced him. She laid it all bare, giving Osmond a huge shock. He only thought that it was the best idea to safekeep their properties for the sake of their family. He never thought that Henry would prove to be disloyal with Chantal and their family. Vanessa told him that they have been trying to get Henry to give back the assets, but that it was to no avail. Henry has b