Julianna Margulies Husband Novels & Stories

"Julian has already given two statements. One through his lawyers — professional, measured, focused on the company's future and his quote *love and concern for Evelyn's wellbeing.* The second was off the record, to three different gossip correspondents who will run it by the end of the day." "What does the second one say?" Margot's expression didn't change, but something behind her eyes sharpened. "That you suffered a breakdown following a miscarriage last year. That Killian Blackwood has been manipulating a vulnerable woman. That the pregnancy is possibly not real, or if it is, that you have been *confused* about the timeline due to — and I am quoting directly — *emotional instability.*" Th

She wore an elegant white dress, her face was glowing, and her hand was intimately intertwined with Julian's. "Mr. Kessler," a journalist's voice rang out on the screen. "Your marriage has only just entered its fourth week, yet you've gathered us all here. Is there major news from Kessler Group?" Julian smiled. A triumphant smile that made my blood boil. "Yes. We decided to share this happy news a little early. My wife is expecting our first child." The crystal tumbler slipped from my hand and crashed against the floor, shattering into pieces.

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

Julian says casually, stepping onto the balcony beside him, "Claire's actually pretty great." They stand shoulder to shoulder, both facing the night. Julian speaks lightly, but there's thought behind his words. "I don't know how things are between you two now," Julian continues. "But I remember back then...it didn't sound very good." Ethan says nothing. Julian had been unconscious for half a year when the marriage happened. He missed the wedding entirely. All he knew back then was that his younger brother had reluctantly married a woman from an ordinary background—no pedigree, no connections, no impressive resume to speak of.

After reading the message, it all started coming back. From the first year of our marriage. He was never completely present. There was always something he had to do at the last minute, the hushed calls, the midnight messages, the no checking each other's phone rule. I was blinded by love that I didn't notice. I turned, wiped the little tears off my face and headed for the hotel. One would think I would cry my eyes out after seeing my husband with another woman, but little did I even know that the pictures and emails from the anonymous person were building up my courage for this moment.

I ignored him and continued moving forward. Finally I reached the flower bed across from the dining table. I reached inside and pulled out a phone. The phone was already live streaming. When Julian saw the screen, his face turned pale. I adjusted the camera and pointed it directly at him. “Everyone watching, please take screenshots and help spread this message,” I said loudly. My voice trembled, but I forced myself to continue. “This man is Julian. He is my husband. He just confessed that two years ago he planned the murder of my parents. He also poisoned my nine-month-old baby. And now he wants to kill me to take all the inheritance my parents left me.”

he murmured. A reporter yelled, “Mrs. Huxley, is it true you’re pregnant with your ex-husband’s child?” Julian stopped cold. The crowd hushed, sensing blood. He turned, voice cutting through the noise. “My wife is pregnant—with OUR child. And anyone who says otherwise will answer in court.” Flashes exploded. Gasps rippled. For the first time, Ethan’s narrative faltered. But later, as we escaped into the car, Julian’s hands were shaking. “He’ll come harder now,” he muttered. “He always does when he’s cornered.”

“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…

"Yeah, and it's only a matter of time before her husband finds out who Oliver was working with. I'm sure you don't want us to have that problem right now." "Her being here is another problem that we are going to struggle to deal with. You know that Julie is friends with her daughter, and if anything goes wrong, we are screwed." "I know that. Maybe it's time Julie plays her part as well." I was quiet as a bat and pretending to be sleeping so that I'd hear more of their conversation, and I was shocked to my core to discover that Lawrence was married to Julie's mother. I couldn't believe it because their daughter had been friends with Arianna for two years, and I would've never thought of anyth

I just shook my head because of these two because they are already judging my husband without actually knowing the truth. “Well, that is not impossible because what I heard about your husband is that he is really a playboy so it’s not new to see him with a girl but the problem is, he is already married now so he should not be going on dates with other girls right?” Celine added and Julia immediately nodded at her. Tsk, I don’t really know what to do with these two.