Husband Thief Novels & Stories

The people in the conference room gradually dispersed, leaving only me and Hudson, who was pinned to the ground by the police. He lifted his head to look at me and struggled desperately to crawl toward me. "Charlotte! Honey! Listen to me!" He ignored the police trying to restrain him and crawled forward on his knees, his face covered in snot and tears. "That child isn't mine! I was tricked! I'm a victim too!" He wiped his face, and his eyes actually showed a glimmer of hope.

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

She closed her eyes and let out a tiny laugh, completely devoid of humor. “This has to be a joke.” Abbott remained silent, allowing her the space to react without attempting to reassure her with words that would have sounded meaningless. “Today I found out my husband's mistress is pregnant,” Isabella continued, because once she started talking, the words seemed to spill out before she could stop them. “Then my husband hit me, did this to me, and now you're telling me I'm pregnant, too.” Hearing herself say it aloud made the entire night seem even more absurd. Theresa was pregnant, she was pregnant, and Harvey Sterling was somehow caught in the middle of both situations without having the sli

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

I had to keep my promise. “What's happening?” Amos exclaimed. I immediately turned toward the television. What I saw made me jump to my feet. The man claiming to be the husband of the woman Collins intended to marry was speaking live on television. “People of this country, Mr. Collins, the heir to Hart Conglomerate, couldn't find anyone else to marry, so he stole my wife. This is an abuse of power. I have proof that she is my wife. Look at this.” Just as he had done at the hospital, he reached for his wallet.

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.

The chair creaked and then held. "Why is that?" Havel kept his tone level and his eyes unreadable. Adam reached for his glass of wine, taking a long sip of the rich liquid. "You were in love with my wife. I assumed you would want some kind of payback since I stole her from you." Adam finally lifted his gaze from the table. Havel read triumph there. Not an ounce of fear. The man was either sociopathic or he somehow thought he could win this confrontation. Havel laughed coldly. "You don't know your wife if you think she would allow herself to be stolen."

Behind , muna kept on intervening. I turned back my head and said to her "Don't you dare, you're in a big trouble young lady, how could you lie to me?". "I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you". She said, acting like she wasn't given a chance. "Really? Don't!". I yelled and just when I thought I'd finally end the charade my wife's admirer is causing, I turned and caught him trying to steal the bag.. "Wow! You're so shameless"