Husband Alexandra Dowling Novels & Stories

"What are you saying, Adrian?" "I'm going to withdraw my own share from Dexton. Clearly it was that dumb ex husband of yours who did this, am I right?" He brought out his phone and began scrolling through it. "I did write it down here somewhere. That Alex guy is your ex husband, isn't he--" I couldn't take it anymore. "Yes. It's Alec." I just noticed one thing now about Adrian. When you told him something that was supposed to be simple normally, and asked him some time later again, he would completely deny you ever telling him in the first place.

Serena called, trying not to laugh as Judith darted just out of reach. From the shaded porch of the beach house, Alexandro leaned against a column, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark eyes were locked on the two people who meant the world to him. His wife and his daughter. Nothing else compared. “She looks wonderful,” he murmured to himself, but the words were for Serena. As always, she heard him even across the distance. She turned her head, her chestnut hair catching the sunlight, and smiled at him.

I find it hard to believe that Lucas would get angry if he finds out that I ate in a restaurant of my choice. “Is the previous restaurant Lucas's own?” I asked while still in shock. He raised his face again and looked at me from the mirror. “No, ma'am” he replied. “Is this one his own?” I asked again, trying to get everything straight. No, ma'am. It's not like that, I'm very sorry to say this, I know I am not the right person to say this to you. The Dowell family is the biggest family in Texas. News has already carried to some people about your marriage with Master Dowell. It will be a mockery to see the next CEO's wife eating in a low-class restaurant like this one.” His words sounded stran

His wife. She’d never actually met Vivian Hale. Not once in all the years Alexander had visited Crescent Ridge. He always came alone, always left before dinner stretched into evening, like he was running away from something in Crescent Ridge. Elena had constructed a version of her from nothing. Some vague impressive woman who matched the expensive watch and the tailored shirts and the way he carried himself like someone who’d never had to explain himself to anyone.

“We can have dinner without this line of questioning.” “Oh, forgive me,” Alexia said with mock sincerity. “I just wanted to clarify things. After all, it’s such an intriguing situation, isn’t it? You’re my husband’s ex-wife, you were engaged to his late brother, and now you’re married to his best friend. Quite the entanglement, wouldn’t you agree?”

I'm happy that she's around. We made our way upstairs while the women kept the dog occupied. Mr. Dawson went on telling me about how him and his wife met before trailing on to farm stories. It was weird how, despite the intimidating aura that he had towards me at the airport, he seemed laid back right now. When we were done, we made our way downstairs and found the women seated in the living room. "You've got a beautiful house," I complimented. "Thank you," Alexia's parents both responded as Mr. Dawson sat at the single couch closest to the TV.

No matter what Alex was doing, as long as he got a call from that person, he would always be called away. Anyway, it wasn’t the first time. When I got home, Sarah Dole was sitting on the soft cushion that Alex had specially chosen for me. My husband, Alex, was feeding her an apple. When he saw me come back, he hurriedly put down the plate, as though it had burned his hands. Then he walked toward me, gently supporting my bulged waist and asking, “Why are you back so soon? Didn’t the doctor say they needed to check on you a bit longer?”

“You asked if I wasn’t ashamed to make Alexa the provider, but you have no shame or pity for your body, being hit by different men daily.” “Alexa’s father by night and me, Alexa’s boyfriend then by day. You shared your body then with another man right under my nose. I remember day I walked in to you kissing him and you didn’t stop while I was there. You still ran to my flat the next day, begging. I am letting you know that I also share my body with other ladies, other hot ladies Anna, let me be… please” He barked at Anna and walked out. What Clinton did not know was there was someone else sleeping with Anna then. Mr Douglas. Mr Williams (Alexa’s father)”s rival in winery in Atlanta Georgia.

It looked as though he were savoring it or indulging her. I calmly took a sip of my coffee and commented, "No wonder Giovanni didn't come home last night." Beside me, my best friend, Angela De Luca, was visibly more furious than I was. "She's humiliating you in front of everyone, and you're just sitting here?" I shrugged, unconcerned. "Our marriage was an alliance. There was never any real love," I replied. "As long as the Santoro family's power, money, and influence end up in my hands, I could find more mistresses for him and deliver them to his arms."

"I made a deal with Ryan while he was still locked in my dungeon. He eagerly agreed to substitute the real ring for the fake one while still pretending to be in Zale's employ." After a moment, there was an answering smile on Alex's beautiful face. "I'm lucky then, to have such a clever, clever man as a husband." She straddled me and kissed me till we were both breathless. She pressed herself suggestively against me. "Now, claim me as your wife," she murmured.