روايات وقصص ضمن Julianna Margulies Husband

" Clarice looked at the phone in her hand and lightly guessed in her heart what she probably knew, so Julia opened the phone and showed the photo to her. "Tell me the truth, is the person in the photo Nicholas Murray? What exactly is your relationship with him?" Seeing that she found out, Clarice knew she couldn't hide from her and reached out to grab the phone. "He is my husband now. "How could you..." Upon hearing this, Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Don't say anything else, pack your things, and leave with me! "Why?" Clarice looked at her and naturally refused to leave. "Why? Why do you think? Edward is still alive, and what would he do if he knew you were married to his b

"Your son filed an emergency injunction this week regarding the pregnancy. Can you speak to that?" "Of course." Margaret folded her hands in her lap. "Julian and Lia have been married for five years. Five years of him building a life for her, supporting her, loving her completely. When he found out about the pregnancy, his first instinct was joy. His second was confusion. Because the timeline—" She paused delicately. "Well. The timeline raises questions any devoted husband would ask." "And the relationship with Caspian Thorne?"

"You cheat, Julian? Why did you marry me when you still have women behind my back? It's been seven years, and you still don't remember that I'm your sister!" "How dare you slap me, Elena. I don't love you anymore. You are a perfect princess, but you never serve me as your husband. That woman is just my business associate. I will never forget Cassie because I know I caused her death," Julian angrily replied, then decided to leave their marital home and return to his private penthouse. Quarrels had become routine lately, leaving Julian exhausted with his wife. Julian was indeed initially unaware of the viral news. But now he knew, he just kept silent, and even after the news went viral, he was

“Your girlfriend is over there.” Wait. What? So I slept with the boyfriend of one of Sebastian’s mistresses? Was that why Sebastian looked so smug before—like he thought he’d gotten one over on him? So Julian and I were… what, collateral damage? This was insane. Julian shrugged. “I’m single.” I let out a quiet breath—and rolled my eyes. Wow. That could’ve turned into a full-blown moral disaster. Then again… Ellery slept with my husband. So technically, even if that had been the case…

The television screen was on when Julian realized his entire plan had just gone up in smoke. He had been halfway through a glass of whiskey when the breaking news banner flashed across the bottom of the screen. At first, he had barely paid attention. The media had been chewing on the scandal all morning. It was expected after all, everything was going exactly to plan. What he had not expected was Tristan himself sitting in a studio chair, calm as ever, claiming Seraphina on national tv as his wife.

That doesn’t make sense. No one would lie about something like that, not with a child involved. And the little girl… she looks too much like Mr. Macaulay for it to be a coincidence. My hand moves before my brain gives it permission. I grab my phone, my fingers already typing, already searching, already desperate for an answer. I type the words into the search bar: Is Mr. Tristan Macaulay married? The results load. At the very top, like a blunt confirmation from the internet itself, it says: Yes, Mr. Tristan Macaulay is married to supermodel Vivienne Laurent.

The camera flash struck first—white, sharp, disorienting—but Julia didn’t blink. She stood on her own porch, rain misting her hair, a dozen phones aimed at her like weapons. The reporter closest to her pushed forward, breath clouding in the cold. “Is it true your husband has another family abroad? A woman. A child. Valencia, Spain. Care to comment, Mrs. Bailey-Hughes?” Julia’s pulse roared in her ears, but her face remained still. Calm. Controlled. A mask she’d learned from watching men who never wanted her to rise. She lifted her chin. “Ask him when you see him.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

So calm and surreal out of the world of cruelty. The woman sitting across from me, Nadine Marlowe, is our right time lawyer and I have always envied her for building this job with her intelligence. But then, it is what it is that my line didn't go that way. "Do you have a prenup?" Nadine asked, her pen tapping on her notepad as she glanced at me. I swallowed. "No," I replied, my voice hoarse. She didn’t blink. Nor did she judge me. "Okay. That’s a good start." She jotted something down. "Children?"

she defended her son. Michael glared at her and even Grandpa Fisher looked like he is not pleased by her defensive tone. "Then tell me what we should do now. Are you ready to move out of this house and live in a rental house? Are you ready to forgo all these luxuries? If so, then we can gladly do nothing and allow our company to go bankrupt. Have you seen the news? Did you not see how this useless son of yours shamelessly admitted that he has his eyes on someone else's wife? How disgusting is that? It's one thing when nobody knew about it. But now, almost everyone in Neopolis are talking about this. Can you face your friends and dare to answer to their criticising queries?" Michael scolded h