Julianna Margulies Husband Novels & Stories

“Talk. What’ve you got?” Julian stepped forward. His voice was calm, but I caught the edge in it—he knew the weight of what he was about to say. “Blaine Harrison. Her husband. Old money. Inherited everything at twenty-one. Sobriety Union, dozens of other corporations. One of the top ten CEOs in the world. We dug deeper—Adeleine was forced into the marriage. Her family business was failing. He bailed them out.” For the briefest moment, my eyes flicked to her sleeping form. Then back to Julian. My tone was sharper. “More.”

“To someone named Marcus Kane, right?” She flips a dismissive hand in the air. “Apparently. Some billionaire logistics titan.” “How about we find a way to tell him about the affair? Drop an anonymous tip.” “He probably already knows,” Genevieve counters, turning back to face me with a grimace. “And even if he doesn't, so what? From what Julian wrote, it sounds like their marriage is completely in the dumper anyway. It won't stop them.” I sit back down at the kitchen table, rubbing my temples. I’m usually better at this, but I’m not coming up with many viable answers here. The timeline is too tight.

He then said, "Earlier today, some gossip has been spreading on the internet. It might be quite serious or it might not be. The person involved in this gossip is Julien's ex-wife." "Let me correct you, Mr. McDaniel. It's not Mr. Julien's ex-wife. Ms. Raines has always been Mr. Julien's wife. They're just temporarily divorced. They will be re-married soon. Therefore, she has always been his wife. This means that there had never been an ex-wife. What do you think?" Felicia asked Mr. McDaniel with a smile as she squinted her eyes. However, Felicia's smile wasn't really a smile.

Julia replied both excited and also feeling weird. "Hmmm," that was all Julia heard from the man and the call ended. "First call done. Well, that went well," she thought and placed the phone on the centre table. She turned on the TV and decided to watch the food channel. Back at Bryson's home, Janet was still not happy with the news about Bryson's marriage. "So we are going to do nothing about the fact that our son is married to a gold digger?" Janet hissed. "I married you, right? Despite all your shortcomings, I married you and I am leaving with you because I can," Jacob retorted.

Somehow, she’s thrilled to know more from her, of why they’re there. “That’s a good question and there’s a concrete answer for that,” her husband’s nude model stressed out, “Be prepared for what you’re about to hear.” Rachel cleared her throat. “Your talented husband is having an affair with our batchmate. This witch by the name of Tess Mondragon wanted you out of his life!” Margie revealed in high pitch. Rachel felt numbness in her fingers having confirmed what she was suspecting all along, or what she heard Tess mumbled about before she passed out. She tried to nurse the hurt by asking a question away from the bitter truth that Hugh was fooling around.

“I’m trying. I forced the wedding. I made it public. I put her in the front row so she could watch me take him. But she just sat there… smiling. Like she knew something I didn’t.” Margaret placed her cup down with precision. “Because she does. That woman is dangerous. My investigator found things like she was in Harvard. University of Chicago. Gaps in her history. Erased records. And something else…” She paused for effect. I waited, heart beating faster. “What?” “She is a lesbian, Juliana.” The words hung in the air. I blinked. “She’s… what?”

Ivan let me go awkwardly, apologized, and took his leave as well. I was not upset or hurt. On the contrary, I was elated. Jonas must have really lost his head if he forgot about the surveillance cameras in our house. I was not going to turn down perfectly serviceable evidence. Since he refused to part on good terms, I had no choice but to make things ugly. I could not wait for them to come back to me, begging. … Jonas, Celine, and I were trending. Someone leaked a huge secret: The award-winning actor Jonas Yves had been secretly married for eight years. Celine was a home-wrecker, getting in the way of his marriage with a commoner.

Liam and Melanie exchanged glances. After a while, Melanie's voice turned sharp with suspicion. "Julian, you're 28. How can you not want kids?" Julian didn't respond. He simply followed Willow to the ICU. After they left, Melanie turned to her husband. "Julian must be lying to us, right? In the first two years, he was obsessed with having a child. He didn't like Willow, but he still slept with her every month just to have one." Liam frowned. "Mind your own business. Stop gossiping about other people's marriages."

In other words, Juliana had set up a gargantuanly complicated scheme just to get what she was due to receive in the first place. Juliana suddenly laughed. “You don’t get it? Well, I’ll be frank. I don’t, either. “I was 24 when I married Magnus. Twenty-eight years of gritting through my teeth living among the Leightons, kids. Twenty-goddamned-eight years!” She shrieked as her laugh veered into uncanny cackling. “He was my husband! My partner for life! But even after all these years… Even after you b*tch killed my daughter—no, our daughter—he still wanted to grant all of his inheritance to you! Can you believe it?! He left nothing for me! Not even a f*cking penny!

And yet again, as before, it pisses me off beyond belief that these people can be so screwed up. So as I am sitting and taking this in, Vic is not yet done to shock me. “Alexa and I had an affair while she was married.” I only but nod my head, for yet it does not make sense to me. “And,” he continues, “Her husband was…” he pauses for a few moments, and I do not even let him finish his sentence. “She was married to Juliano.” I am yet again completely shocked but do not understand where all of this fits in. So out of frustration, I stop Vic from speaking again. “Vic, just get out with it.”