Julia Schlaepfer Husband Novels & Stories

Her laptop pinged with a picture. FREYA: This guy? FREYA: I just looked him up now and wow. Wow! WOW!!!!!!!! FREYA: Why aren’t you answering me? FREYA: THE Kelvin Kyle McKenna is your husband? HOW? FREYA: Leila. LEILA: Well, yeah. That’s him. FREYA: Well, yeah? Seriously? You’re married to the hottest man on earth. A BILLIONAIRE. And well yeah? That’s all you have to say?

Declan led us to a group of people near a massive fireplace, where an older couple stood chatting with a few others. “Mom, Dad,” Declan said, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. “You remember Julia, my childhood sweetheart from before I left for my master’s program. And this is her brother, Jake.” Mrs. Ava, a petite woman with Declan’s kind of eyes and a warm smile, lit up immediately. “Julia! Oh, my goodness, it’s been years! You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman.” She pulled me into a hug, her perfume floral and comforting.

Grant replied, choking back tears again. “It’s not too late for you, Doctor, to help Miss Jenny. Let her and everyone else know about the evil deeds of Fred and his wife. I heard from one of their servants that Julia even stole Miss Jenny’s husband. That woman is pregnant now. Miss Jenny’s ex-husband has been in a romantic relationship with Julia for a long time. When everything came to light, her ex-husband filed for divorce, and Miss Jenny agreed to his request. Fred and his family are poison to others.”

Caspian paused briefly, his fist clenching tightly under the table as he spoke. “Because I am the real father of Liam. Julia and I had a one-night stand before she got married to Logan Steele. I was drugged that night, and so was she—by her own sister. She can't be blamed, but she's blessed, and I find peace staying around her.” “So let me make this clear as a warning… If anything—I mean anything—happens to my Julia again… this time, I won't just punish the person… I'll end their entire lineage!”

“Are you new? I’m Julia Volkan, his wife and this is his daughter, Elara.” My eyes shot open.

And for a second—It feels like it did. Pain coils tight in my chest. Don’t react, Julian. Don’t give a damn. This is exactly what he wants. Don’t hand him the satisfaction. “Everyone—” Shaun’s voice cuts clean through the room. “My wife, Liana.” My stomach drops. Wife. Julian looks like the ground just disappeared under him. The shock on his face deepens, cracks wider—and he pushes back from his chair, rising to his feet before he can stop himself. My breath catches—

“My wife Evelyn and I have been married for over twenty years. We have two beautiful children. We’ve built a life together based on trust, respect, and love. And yes, like any marriage, we’ve had our challenges. But we’ve faced them together. We’ve grown stronger together.” He reached for my hand, pulled me closer. The cameras flashed brighter. “These attacks on my character, on my family, they’re designed to distract from the real issues facing this state. Healthcare, education, jobs. That’s what I’m focused on. That’s what matters.” A reporter raised her hand. “Mr. Cole, the woman in the photos has been identified as Julia Brennan, your former campaign secretary. Can you comment on your re

"Sarah?" "Yeah. She told me yesterday." Julian wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, noticing the slight tremor in his fingers. He hoped Dom didn’t see it, but his friend was too observant for his luck. "She’s married to Kane. Properly married. And she has a son for him. A four-year-old."

My breath completely stopped. "Leo isn't the product of an affair," Julian stated, his voice a heavy, immovable stone of absolute horror. "He is the biological consequence of statutory rape. He is the result of years of systematic abuse and molestation. He is a living, breathing reminder of Stellan’s absolute darkest trauma, weaponized to completely destroy your husband's sanity." The crystal glass slipped from my trembling, black-gloved fingers. It hit the thick Persian rug with a dull, heavy thud. It didn't shatter, but the remaining amber scotch violently spilled over the rim, soaking into the intricate fibers like a spreading, dark bloodstain.

I kept my chin up and my expression calm, even though my heart was racing. "Julian Cross," a man's voice called out, and a tall silver-haired man approached with an extended hand. "Good to see you. I heard you were back in town." "Richard," Julian greeted, shaking his hand. "Yes, I've been here for a few months now." The man's eyes shifted to me, curious and assessing. "And this must be your wife," he said. "I heard you'd gotten married." "This is Claire," Julian said, his hand still on my back. "Claire, this is Richard Lewis , he runs a tech investment fund."