Husband For Rent Novels & Stories

Being frenemies for so many years, I knew she would just call to mock me. I ignored her mockings and asked, "What did you see?" She snickered. "Looks like you aren't that stupid after all. There's an industry networking event over here. Your husband’s been going around introducing his new fiancee to everyone." She added, "I just sent you the address." I looked at the address. It was an hour's car ride from where I was. How dare they be so brazen, so close to where I was? I sneered. Fiancee?

When I could afford lawyers, when I could figure out how to divorce a man who'd escaped federal custody and had resources I couldn't match. "Well," Maria said pragmatically, "there's a little apartment above Mrs. Henderson's garage. She's been looking for a tenant, someone quiet and responsible. Rent's cheap, and she doesn't ask for references if you can pay first and last month up front." Mrs. Henderson. The irony of the name wasn't lost on me, given that the head housekeeper at Wakes's estate had borne the same surname. But this Mrs. Henderson was apparently a sixty-year-old widow who rented out her garage apartment to help pay property taxes.

The man I shared a bed with for the past five years had a legally wedded wife and two children. To make things worse, he had been secretly dosing me with contraceptives all this time! Now, I was pregnant with a child he would never acknowledge as his. - I wandered out of the company like a lost soul. Victoria Winston was the heiress to the Winston business empire. I was more than familiar with that name. Daniel Hudson had ranted about her more than once. “Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke!

Let her stomp all over me. But I didn't love him anymore. Not even a little. Calm, steady, I copied every single message. Even if he refused to sign, I had proof. *** I signed the papers clean, then dropped off my resignation at the hospital. Rebecca, the hospital director, looked shocked. I smiled. "My aunt wants me to settle down in Hampsburg." "And your husband?"

"Exactly! He made it sound so profitable, but the whole time he was just planning to fake his death and flee the country! Who knows what kind of crime he committed that made him flee?!" "Thank God he died, or we'd never get our money back!" "Hurry up and return our money! Otherwise, we're taking your stuff as payment!" "That's right! I'm taking the TV! Come on, grab something too." I was delighted to see the chaos inside. My in-laws couldn't hold their own against this many people, especially since they were in the wrong. No one cared that they had just lost their son. Tiffany spotted me and rushed over, pulling me into the house. "She's my daughter-in-law! Go after her if you want an explan

“Yes, he was. I had to sneak in several times when I wanted to see my husband because he didn’t let …” “That’s strange. He couldn’t afford rent when I used to know him and I had to help him with it several times.” Steve said in surprise. To his further surprise, the young lady burst into amused laughter. “My, that old bastard! Why am I not exactly surprised to hear this? He swindled you, which is what he used to do to my husband too. He owned this house and had owned it for almost twenty-five years before his death. His Dad willed the house to him or something. I can't exactly remember. It was after he died last year that my husband inherited it. He definitely didn’t have to pay any rent at

Jayden continued. "That’s just lust, Jayden, but it means nothing because I feel that for my husband too," I argued. "The same way? With the same intensity?" Jayden challenged. "Even more!" I asserted. He lowered his head. "So it's better with him?" Jayden asked. "Of course it is! There’s no comparison, Jayden. Daon and I are a couple; we have intimacy, feelings, a history. With you, I have two bathroom hook-ups at clubs that meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

“Card key. “ I say. “Oh, there are two in the envelope. “ she smiles, “The suit belongs to the Hale family, and it’s usually prepared for you and your husband whenever you choose to stay here. “ Husband? This is when I realize Dominic and I have the same last name, so of course- we are staying together in the suite.

Five years ago, when Hunter and I got married, I had used every dollar I had saved before the wedding as the down payment on this apartment. I knew the Hayes family was unimaginably wealthy and would never care about a place like this. I only wanted to prove that I had not married him for his money. Back then, Hunter had told me the company was strapped for cash. He wanted to keep our marriage private for the time being, and once business picked up, we would have a real wedding. I understood. I supported him. Later, when the company was thriving again, he never mentioned the wedding or the apartment. I asked him about it a few times. He told me he had rented it out. The rent showed up in my

I said. Hen frowned, “Did you think that I brought you here to have you slave away in the kitchen?” he asked. He looked genuinely angry, frustrated at the fact that I had said something. “No… I am the one who cooks for my husband, so I just…” He moved closer, his hand grabbing my waist as he pulled me to his body, “I am not your husband, and I don’t think I will ever let you set one foot into the kitchen if you were my wife,” he said.