Julianna Margulies Husband Novels & Stories

Then louder, raw and cracking, “You have to be joking.” Julian’s hand left Aiden’s shoulder. He walked around the table, past the frozen guests, and stopped beside Katia. He did not take her hand. He simply stood next to her, close enough that the message was unmistakable. “This is my wife,” he said. His voice carried to every corner of the room without effort. “Katia Windsor. The mother of my son. The only woman who has ever held that title for seven years now.” Silence crushed the air out of the space. Seven years, which means Julian is the man Katia slept with in Vegas!

Most admirable of all, he had no scandals. Megan asked, "Then what do you think of him as your brother-in-law?" That stunned him. His brows pulled together. "You still haven't given up?" Julian would have to be blind to come be his brother-in-law. Megan sensed something off in the family atmosphere these days. She could not pinpoint it, only that she needed to secure her future fast. Marrying Julian was the best path she saw. If James disagreed, she would go directly to Theodore. Once Theodore and Eloise finalized an engagement, neither the Huttons nor Julian could refuse, even if they wanted to.

"Don't even think about insulting Jimena! That, Ariadna, I won't allow. And stop making jealous scenes, I'm going to see my son. You don't have to worry about Jimena, she's already forgotten about me." "Ha!" She denied sarcastically. "Your ex-wife is still hung up on you, but you, Pablo, are not going to fool me with her." "How ironic!" Pablo looked at her amused. "You're the one who came on to me, and you're talking about me cheating on my still wife because until the divorce is final, we're still married." "So, you still have hope," she confronted him with her gaze. "No, it's obvious that Jimena is never going to give me a chance, I ruined it and now I have to live with that. Goodbye, Aria

Julian was beside him, speaking to the family lawyer on the phone, while Jasper stared into space like he was watching his own memories burn. The news had already hit the TV. “BREAKING: Clara Moreau, ex wife of Julian Davenport, arrested for arson and double homicide. Infant under protective watch. Sources confirm witness testimony from a month ago. Julian muttered into the phone, “We’ll cooperate. But the child’s custody stays within the family. I don’t care what we have to file."

After the dinner debacle, Julian stopped trying to reach me through messages. He came directly to the Costanzo estate. I didn't let him in. He stood in the rain, practically on his knees by the end. I didn't come downstairs once. There was no room for mistakes in mafia world. A man that foolish had no business being my husband. But someone even more foolish was still making moves. A post appeared online: "The Moretti heir's marriage — who's really the outsider here?" It was loaded with photos of Selena and Julian together, shot after shot of what looked like a couple.

“Relax. He’s Maya’s husband. His wife died in childbirth. He’s a cop too. Same story, he raised two kids alone until he met Maya. And calm down, Mr. Wolfe; he’s already married, so you can put away that jealous glare. Besides, even though Dante’s handsome, you’re hotter. By far.” Julian took another pull of his beer, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Second question,” he said, daring me to keep pushing. I locked my gaze on him. “What’s a secret no one else knows about you?” His eyes sliced back into mine. “Isla, you do know the meaning of the word ‘secret,’ don’t you?” I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. “Exactly why I’m asking. So I’ll be the only person who knows.”

He's my husband… my husband and hearing this news hurts a lot. Annabelle….. She's the same woman that slept with my husband back in London during our honeymoon. She has finally taken him away from me. She has taken my husband. He didn't even waste time to show her to the world. We have been married for weeks and no one knows about our marriage but he wasted no time to publicly announce his relationship with Annabelle. This hurts so much, no matter how I tried to stop crying, I just couldn't. “Constance, what is wrong with you? Why are you crying so immensely? Are you really crying for Jace or something else?" Jocelyn questioned, looking worried.

Pascal to handle the situation as soon as possible since it was his job as the head director of her company. “Alright. Mr. Castle…” he nodded and turned to Mr. Castle. “Husband?” Mr. Barron Castle muttered. “Lium Kim-Mondre is Verosha’s husband. They’ve been married for a couple of months already. Everyone in the company learned that, didn’t you know?” Mr. Miguel Pascal cleared to him what the real position of Lium to the company was. “I was not informed…” he was shocked by what he learned. “Now that you know, let’s go to our department and deal with your behavior that I’ve been receiving a lot recently from the HR department.” Mr. Pascal said and Mr Castle was just lost as he followed his d

Lyra tried to poke Aiden with his words. The tension between the members is extremely high—everyone's heart is racing as they watch Julian and Merry on the news. Everything is playing on the TV : "I will not hear a word against my husband!" Merry gritted her teeth while moving her finger. "Oh yes, I remember you—you're Victoria, his wife!" One of the journalists pointed his finger at Julian and said this. "What would you like to say about your husband—there is an accusation of him molesting his secretary in his hotel." The journalist turned his mic to Merry.

“Everyone at the De Luca house… they ignored me. Completely. Except Fran, but even she couldn’t fix the way my husband and his mother treated me.” Her father’s brow furrowed slightly, though his expression remained calm. “I sensed as much,” he said. “That family has always measured everything by appearances. You should not let it affect you.” She hesitated, then took a breath, her fingers curling around the glass. “There’s more,” she continued. “Gianna Moretti… she’s in Chicago. Adriano is spending a lot of time with her. I… I can’t ignore it. I think they’re—” She paused, searching her father’s face. “I think they’re involved. More than just friendly.”