Julianna Margulies Husband Novels & Stories

"Wife? We divorced two years ago." I leaned in close to his ear, my voice a lethal silk. "Check your files, Ethan. The papers were never filed. You’re still very much married to me. And since you just publicly admitted Julian is 'marrying' me... I believe you’ve just helped me create the biggest scandal in the history of Wolfe Media." I pulled my arm away and walked off the stage, leaving both Wolfe brothers standing in the wreckage of their own arrogance.

The private elevator doors clicked open. Julian stepped out into the lobby. He had changed into a fresh, pristine white dress shirt, though he wore no tie. His charcoal jacket was slung casually over his broad shoulder. His aura was so commanding, so terrifyingly calm, that the roaring crowd of reporters instantly fell into an expectant silence. Julian stepped up to the array of microphones. He didn't wait for a question. "Thirty minutes ago, a pathetic, fraudulent rumor was leaked regarding my wife's pregnancy," Julian began. He looked directly at Damian, his eyes freezing his cousin in place. "The rumor claims I was in Europe twelve weeks ago, suggesting this child is not mine."

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing "Harder! Ugh," that was Jullian, my husband. The one I had looked forward to cooking for. The one I had been married to for three whole years. I shivered involuntarily; My husband was having sex... With a man! I couldn't believe it; I couldn't believe my eyes. Jullian was being pinned to the bed by a man! A man I had considered a friend. Mr William, Jullian's personal assistant. He was pinning my husband down and drilling into him so hard they were both grunting and groaning. They looked so into it that they hadn't noticed me standing there or the sound of the grocery bag falling to the ground.

Though he didn't want to go, the thought that she might be ready to call it quits and free him from this situation made him feel an unexpected pull to the villa. Vera, watching the slight change in his demeanor, raised an eyebrow. “What did the wife want?” Julian’s head snapped back in surprise. He hadn’t told anyone about the marriage, “How did you know, I was married?” he asked, his voice low, trying to hide his shock.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

"Stop playing dumb! Did you or did you not dump Charlotte halfway on the road? Do you have any idea whose wife she is?" The veins on his forehead bulged, and he almost looked deranged with rage. "Her husband is Julian Blackwell! He's the client-side CEO for that eight-million-dollar project I've been chasing for the past six months. Mr. Blackwell called me personally just now and ripped me a new one, saying my wife bullied his!" He yanked off his tie and hurled it on the ground. "Olivia, are you deliberately trying to ruin my future?"

"Good girl. Don't let him try and deceive you anymore. Maybe you can find someone better, hotter, and richer than him to make him extremely jealous and when he realizes what he has lost, he will come begging on his knees. But by then, it will be too late. I can vouch for someone like Leonardo Valenti. He is the perfect candidate." "Leave Leonardo out of this. Do you think he has a family elsewhere or is married?" Megan gasped and covered her mouth with her hand in shock. "What if he does? I hope I was not dating a married man for four years." "Married? It could be true and it could not be true. We don't know for sure about that one. Plus it's hard to hide a marriage when he is famous. Let me

On the other side, Juliana was still looking at her phone in a daze, completely unaware of what was going on. Then, she heard a clear male voice from above her. "Miss Hawkins, what are you doing sitting here by yourself?" Juliana raised her head from her phone and saw the face of Alban, her husband who she had been married to in a shotgun wedding. Although it was a hidden marriage and their relationship had not made any substantial progress, Juliana's heart still warmed that someone would take the initiative to talk to her at this time. She smiled, "I came early. What are you doing here?"

“Listen, Cruz, this is a bad plan. I am telling you, ninety percent of women who walk away from their husbands end up going back. Have you forgotten what your ex-wife did to you?” Julian’s face is dark with embarrassment. He stands up and looks at me, his eyes begging me to understand. “Bianca, I am so sorry. Can you please wait in the hallway for just one minute?” He points toward a corridor nearby. I nod, holding back my own discomfort as I walk to the hall. I can still hear the low, angry sounds of their argument behind me. It is crazy, but until this moment, I knew nothing about Julian. I never asked about his life, his past. I was so busy thinking about Brandon and his affair. Now I lea

Donald gave a forced smile. "I don't see it that way. Mr. Hughes, if she enjoys teasing me like this today, she'll use the same tricks on you in the future. That's why I think she's completely unfit to be a wife. If you want a smooth path ahead, you'd be better off breaking up with her as soon as possible and choosing a woman from a better family background to marry instead." I didn't say a word and merely watched Julian in silence. Julian replied calmly, "We're already married. This was a decision I made after much consideration. So, we won't break up within a short period of time."