Jade Struck Husband Novels & Stories

"I won’t let this slide," Ivy muttered under her breath, striding purposefully through the front yard of her house. "Why am I the one being thrown out?" Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, the memory of that night—the night she caught her husband in bed with another woman—flashing back with cruel clarity, reigniting the fury inside her.

The crack of palm against cheek was loud in our kitchen. Mark's reaction was instant and violent. He grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back. "You dare touch Emma?" he had snarled, his face contorted with rage. "You should be grateful she even speaks to you, you worthless bitch!" He dragged me to the basement, threw me down the stairs, and locked the door. For two days, I sat in the dark. No food. No water. Just the sound of Emma's laughter floating down from above. Now, as he examined my body with gentle hands, he noted softly, "Such a tragic death. Her husband must be heartbroken."

How could you ever have a kid? “Your ex-wife actually carried your baby, didn’t she? And how did you treat her?” What a joke. He had destroyed the one person who had truly loved him for a baby who wasn’t even his. Harry froze in place. Her words hit him like a blade straight to the heart, slicing through whatever was left. He staggered back and knocked over an antique vase. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the empty villa. “Shut up!” His voice was hoarse.

A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh. Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark. A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away. "Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?" "Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that." "Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation." I looked at him like I'd heard a joke. "Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

Jade had been so distracted recently that she was not even as invested in her work anymore. Even though she was still busy all day long, she didn't even know what she was so busy doing. Javier had not called her for three consecutive days. She had received a call a day previously, so this unsettled her, as she wondered if her husband, who rarely settled, was thoroughly captivated by some vixen and had long forgotten about her. While she thought about it, there was a knock on her door. Jade quickly tucked her thoughts away and smoothed her hair before saying, “Come in.”

It is less painful because I was given painkillers. “I want my husband; I need him. He has all the answers I need, so can you call him, Jade?” Jade looks down in shame and shakes his head. “He got arrested yesterday.” WHAT!?

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation. In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well. Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"

My stomach drops. When I relay the news to Greg and Mason, the silence in their tiny new room is deafening. Jade didn't just let us go. She didn't just move on with her billionaire husband. She is systematically buying up our lives, turning our pride into dust, and locking us out of the luxury we had once taken for granted—all to spite us. I’m sure she’s behind this. After she stopped paying rent, she must have asked her husband to buy our property and make us homeless. “I can’t believe Jade could be this evil,” Mason says, shaky hands running through his hair.

The man I love had the heart to destroy a world that was perfectly intertwined. I have been married to Jason Howard for seven years. We have a handsome son named Jensen Howard. Since becoming pregnant with Jensen, I stopped working for a well-known jewelry company in Riverford. Jason was delighted with my decision because he was promoted to General Manager of a well-known car company in Riverford. He assured me that everything would be fine because we lacked nothing financially. Plus, before getting married, Jason had bought a spacious apartment for us to live in as a small family. We were indeed a happy family at first.

FLORENCE’S POV For eight years, I had laid flowers on Jade’s gravestone on the anniversary of her death. But clear as day, I saw her on my screen, flirting with my husband and snuggling up to him while he laughed. I watched him as he looked at her with a smile he hadn’t given me throughout our marriage, and my heart sank. The illusion—my game of house—was shattered. My world spun around me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Was this woman really Jade?