Julia Schlaepfer Husband Novels & Stories

Sophia stood herself up from her sitting position and was about to exit the room when she heard from the other end of the room. “He stabbed a man on his chest for four times, when he was as young as eleven years old.” Sophia terminated on her way out, the clutch trembled on her hand and Julia’s prior irritation was replaced by a contentment and relish. “Your so called husband, is a cold blooded murderer, at a very young age.” Smirking, Julia brought the wine glass near her nostrils and taking a brief whiff of it, she took a small amount of it in her mouth, savouring it.

Maxwell said. "Fine, why are you guys here?" "We know that you're concerned about your friend, but -" I interrupted Maxwell, "I'm in no mood to hear that." "Now that your husband is here, would you accept him back?" Martha asked. "He doesn't want to be in a relationship with me. You know why he came, he didn't come for me." I responded and adjusted on the bed. "What if he wants you back, would you accept?" "Martha, no. I mean -"

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

"We're allowed to bring a family member on this hiking trip organized by the hospital. Do you guys plan on bringing your husband or one of your children?" "I'm bringing my kid, of course! I can't even stand the sight of my husband. Not everyone is like Dr. Sherwood, who's so lovey-dovey with his wife." When the nurses spotted Julia, they crowded around her warmly. Elijah had personally tended to her for the past two days, so everyone knew they had a loving marriage. After getting the information she wanted, Julia thanked the nurses and left. She heard the nurses whispering behind her. "Is she Juliette Graham?"

Finally, she sneered and revealed the secret she had discovered not long ago in front of all the Lowe family servants. Spencer was a man who didn't even care about burdening her with an illegitimate child when having an affair. How could a woman like her, who was supposed to be a gold digger, be willing to marry him? As soon as the words left her mouth, a slap landed on her face. After that, the gentle Julia who used to coax her husband disappeared quietly, and the Lowe family's life became chaotic. It felt as if the slap had awakened Julia. Whenever she looked at the child born under deception, a hint of resentment would surface in her eyes.

A man in his fifties hurriedly asked, "Wife, what exactly happened to you?" Nicko looked at her and said coldly, "Did you know your wife is dangerous to others?" The man shook his head and was Michael Thompson, Julia's husband. “I… I don't know,” replied the man trying to dodge. Nicko could see completely, then sneered, “Still dare to say that to me? Your wife has been a bookie for decades, and you have no idea what that is?” However, he looked at the five people one by one and then asked, "Which of you is the biological son and daughter of Julia?"

For her. “Thanks,” Julia said, forcing a smile so fake I wanted to pull her away from all this and remind her who she really was. She wasn’t doing anything wrong—that dick of a husband was the one who messed up, who gave another man the chance to step in. Mrs. Whitfield gave a tight, cruel smile. Her husband nodded like a prop, and they walked off—already whispering about us before they even reached the door. Julia stared at the floor like she wanted it to crack open and swallow her whole.

"Julia, she's not his child. And one day, he's going to find out. Whether it's from a resemblance, or a DNA test, or just your own guilty conscience—he's going to find out. And what then?" "Then I'll deal with it," Julia said. "But until that day comes—if it ever comes—I'm going to enjoy my life. My husband. My daughter. Is that so wrong?" Kate's expression softened. "I just want you to be happy, Jules. Really, truly happy. Not this... holding-your-breath happiness where you're always waiting for the other shoe to drop." "I am happy," Julia insisted. "Massimo is everything I ever wanted. Isabella is perfect. We're building a life together. That's enough for me."

"Because it looks like you sold yourself to save the vineyard. It looks like you married some rich stranger for his money." "Marco, stop," their father said, but his voice was weak. Elena's hands trembled. She clasped them together, trying to stop the shaking. "Julian Thorne is my husband. We got married two months ago. And yes, he's the investor who saved the vineyard." The silence that followed was deafening. Her father swayed slightly. Marco caught his arm, steadying him. "Papa, sit down," Marco said, guiding him to a nearby bench.

"Graham, babe, that old hag doesn't know the first thing about real research. Just get the drugs from her and I'll give you a big fat baby boy." Every last message was published in high definition, uncensored, for the world to see. Public opinion didn't just shift. It detonated. The same people who'd been weeping for her now felt like they'd been played for fools, and their fury went through the roof. "What the hell kind of scholarship student is this? She's a modern-day snake biting the hand that fed her!" "Spending his wife's money, sleeping with his wife's husband, and then trying to take his wife's life -- she deserves everything she gets!"