Julie Bragg Husband Novels & Stories

“I am. Better than okay, actually.” Julia glanced at the gold band on my finger. “You’re married?” I nodded. “To someone nice and handsome, We have a daughter.” Her expression faltered. “Wow, Didn’t expect that from you.” I stiffened, “Well, People change.” “Yeah. They do.” We stood in awkward silence before she smiled again, too brightly. “Well, it was… surprising to see you.” “You too.” She walked away, heels tapping across the pavement. And just like that, the past had caught up to me—and it didn’t even knock first.

“That guy is dangerous I tell you. It’s not even about the anger issues. How did you ever marry him in the first place?” Julie didn’t tell Trevor the genesis of their marriage. “I wasn't the one who was supposed to marry him. It was supposed to be my sister, but she vanished that day, so I stood in,” she added. "Surprisingly, all throughout our years in marriage, he never lost his temper on me. I know he's got a temper, but he had never gotten angry directly at me, less hitting me. So I guess he knows how to control his rage, he just likes to act like a jerk."

But even I didn't sound convincing enough. Julia had said it succinctly, something weird was indeed going on. I focused on Julia again deciding that no matter what; it was time to discuss our plans. When I opened my mouth to talk to her, I found her attention was completely on Chandler who happened to be over talking to Louis and Craig. "Do you know him?" I asked her gently. Her eyes never left him as she answered. "Yes, he's my ex-husband." Her tone was flat and short as if the piece of information wasn't mind-blowing.

Another murmured, “so news of his marriage was just a rumor. Miss Williamson is perfect for him.” My eyes stung with tears. They were right. With Amber, Victor looked content, like he had everything he needed. An interview clip popped up. “Is there something going on between you and Miss Williamson?” the news host asked. “Not really. She's just very special to me,” he said with a smile. Very special. Then what was I? The envelope was still there when I got home. The secret I had wanted to tell him lay inside. That I wasn't just anyone. That I was the only daughter of the Ardent family. That my three brothers were the richest men in the city, and his bosses.

I clutched the mangled bracelet in my fist. I looked him dead in the eye. "My husband gave it to me." My. Husband. Those two words made Julian's face turn to stone. "Your… husband?" he repeated, like he couldn't process the word. "That's right." Julian staggered back a step, his eyes wide with disbelief. "You… you're with another man? You got married?" "Is that so strange?" "Of course it's strange!" Julian exploded, his voice echoing down the hall. "Two years! It's only been two years! How could you move on so fast—"

“So, have you put a baby in her yet?” “No!” Luke and I both blurt out in unison, startled. The old man frowns, looking disappointed. “Why? Don’t know where to put it?” Luke crouches down in front of him, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. “Look, Julie’s had a rough day. Could you try not to make it worse?” “What happened to her?” Javier asks. “Did she get robbed?” Funny enough, that sounds exactly like what happened. But Luke says, “She’s going through a separation from her husband.”

“It was all my oversight, I failed to see it that way.” “It must be very tough to get over her...I understand you. I know that it takes you a lot of courage to move on. I'm not talking as your father, I'm advising you as your best friend... Because Henrietta gave you Miguel doesn't mean she's the right woman for you. Don't listen to what your mother says. She might be your first love and the mother of your son, you can get over her when you still have the chance and make your wife believe that there's no rival. You have to get over Henrietta if you want everything to work out between you and Charlene.” Bryant hesitated, and he chuckled softly. “I didn't even know she moved into your mansion,

If he were a married man with a son, I obviously wouldn’t be interested. Julietta Castellanos was anything but a home-wrecker. I didn’t need a man in my life. “Who’s interested?” It took a toll on my nerves to keep my gaze from wandering over to Dominic Sylvester. With him still glaring at me, I wanted to disappear from the scene. What had I ever done to him? We walked down the aisle and took our positions at the altar with Brynne. I tried my best to ignore him. Where the hell was his wife? Couldn’t she tame her as*hole husband?

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

"He's been here to see me. Must have traced me down here I figure. " "What does he want? "The tension is heavy in my voice. "Easy now boy. The man sure knows a lot about Julie. " "He claims to be my father. "I say "He just might be. "Uncle Jeremy replies. "You see, "He continues, "your mom, Julie, my younger sister was very ambitious and left home even before our father moved us down to Kansas. She couldn't even wait to pass high school before she left armed with nothing but her dreams to make it in the fashion world. Well, turns out she got pregnant and came back home. She never told who the father of the kid was, rather the itch to leave home began again before her son was quite weaned. Sh