Julia Schlaepfer Married Novels & Stories

she chuckled bitterly. “Enough!” Nora moved toward her but Chloe slapped her so hard making everyone gasp. “Be careful with me Nora, I am still giving you the face of atoning your sins.” Nora's eyes widened so that she could hardly speak. “You know what, he accepts the child with or without the DNA since you want that, but he is my husband and I will never leave him for a trashy cheat and thief,” To say Julian was shocked is an understatement no one had ever talked to him this way since the death of his son.

In just two short years, Julian had married twice. His first wife was the daughter of his middle school teacher. This time, Lilian had learned her lesson and was no longer obsessed over whether the bride could bear sons, instead urging Julian to get married quickly. However, it turned out that this wife was infertile, which infuriated Lilian, who desperately wanted grandchildren. She constantly mocked her daughter-in-law, took all her salary, refused to cook for her, and fed her only their leftover scraps.

If he had done that, the scene would have been far less awkward. At the very least, it would have appeared harmonious on the surface. But Julian didn’t take the bait. Instead, he coldly shoved her hand away, his gaze locking onto mine. "Chloe and I are nothing." Chloe’s face turned pale. Julian stepped forward, voice steady but firm. "My wife is Evelyn White, heiress of the White family. We have been married for five years. We’ve had our ups and downs, but divorce was never in the picture."

Didn’t expect her to lie through her teeth so easily. “I don’t think it was that. I did not see you at.. my.. well cancelled wedding” Rachel smiled awkwardly at those who were watching her. “I think you look like-“ “My ex-wife. A doppelganger at most” I turned to face Laura and chuckled, “She is definitely not Julia Raine” “Julia Raine?!” Lionel Knight shouted that name so loudly that some of the guests dropped their cutleries on the tables. “You married Julia Raine? That old woman?”

He didn’t hesitate in answering this time. “Forty-seven. There are just shy of two years between us. We got married when she was twenty-one.” I got another pang. There were twenty-nine years between us. Me and his wife. “Want some more of my history?” Julian asked, with a scoff. Not malicious. “My daughter, Grace, is twenty-five years old, and my son, Ryan, is twenty-two. Ryan still lives at home with Katreya. Or he did the last time I saw him.”

Julian Cross’s fans, especially those who had clung to the fantasy of one day being the one for the unattainable heir, reacted with heartbreak first. “Noooo, my husband is married and has a daughter??? My heart is shattered.” “I had delusions but at least he looks happy. Okay, fine, I’ll suffer in silence.” “So that’s it. My chances are gone. He belongs to Elara now.” But soon the grief softened into reluctant acceptance. Even the most diehard Julian fans couldn’t deny the glow in his eyes in those photos, the way he looked at Mira and Elara as if the weight of the world had finally slipped off his shoulders.

"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."

“And you haven’t bothered to learn anything about your employers? There are men in this room who have been here since this company’s inception. They could tell you a thing or two. They could tell you about my marriage, for starters.” “Your marriage?” Julius flipped open one of the photo albums to reveal images of his wedding, shoving it at the young Board member who first spoke. “Eight years ago, I married the most beautiful woman in the world. Six years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life. We’ve been separated since. Tell me, does she look familiar to you?” The Board member stared at the redhead in the wedding dress standing beside Julius. His eyes went to the magazine March c

I looked at the window. "You are not married to Delia," Zane said. "You have an arrangement. One conversation and it is over. The only person you are actually married to is Katia. She is your wife. She has been your wife for seven years." He paused. "So what now? You are going to keep sleeping with Seraphina? Keep Chloe on the side? Because almighty Julian Windsor is angry that it took him seven years to find his ghost wife?" I turned from the window.

"I know it's gone. I know he's not coming back. I know she's everything I'm not and he's happier with her and I need to just accept it and move on and—" I break down completely. Sobbing so hard I can't breathe. Lila holds me, rocks me like a child. "It's okay. You're going to be okay." But I'm not. I'm never going to be okay. Julian is in our old bedroom making love to another woman. Telling her he loves her. Building a family with her. And I'm here, broken on my best friend's couch, with nothing but memories of a marriage that died the moment I couldn't give him what he wanted.