Kat Timpf's Husband Novels & Stories

Renata owed him a great debt for this. It was also through Tim that she discovered her current husband’s dark past. He had previously been involved in molesting some of his patients but managed to silence them with money. Fortunately, he had stopped these actions after marrying her. Tim had a key advantage because of his closeness with her child, who was willing to testify for her husband if needed. Renata snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her assistant calling her, saying a patient had arrived. “Alright, send them in”

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Jessie smiled and replied to him, "In your current situation, you are not qualified to negotiate with me. On the contrary, no matter what I ask you, you should tell me honestly. Otherwise, your sentence will be up from ten years to fifteen years. It will still be twenty years. The choice is now in my hands." The smile on Alfred's face gradually became cold. After a while, He wiped the mud off his face. "Okay. I admit defeat. I was defeated by a cunning poisonous snake like you. I admit defeat. I admit defeat. Timmy's father's surname was Chen, and his name was Chenhang. I heard that he got married to a rich adoptive father who is young and playing with women outside. After making the other p

“Our little daughter.” Cedric frowned. He looked as if he was too deep in his own thought that he hadn’t realized what his wife had said until she poked his ribs with her forefinger. “What?” He blinked at his wife and then glanced momentarily at their son. “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Tiffany let out an exasperated sigh. “Our little daughter is getting married.” “Yes,” he nodded, still frowning. He slid his hand into the pocket of his dark trousers and pulled out his smartphone. “I was just thinking about the odd request I received yesterday evening.” He unlocked his phone and began scrolling down what seemed to be his inbox.

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

Charlotte could not be more proud. Timothy was Charlotte’s husband of five years. They met in college and dated for two years before making it official. She cherished Timothy for accepting her imperfections, including the fact that she was infertile and had gained weight over the years. Not only that, Timothy was a capable man who came from a reputable family. The Cash family had run the political dynasty in Swaxon City over the years. With his blond hair, heart-shaped face, and gorgeous blue eyes, Timothy was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men in Swaxon City.

Despite being married, he openly went out with his male lover, leaving Kisty, his newlywed wife, alone at home with no companionship. Unwilling to accept this, she sought out her lover outside. They maintained their separate lives like this for several years. Unfortunately, two years ago, Nathan Tampor's family discovered their affair. Additionally, when his grandfather passed away a few years before, the family's assets were divided. Consequently, the Tampor family no longer cared about Kisty, and the family's patriarch explicitly warned her not to do anything that would embarrass the family. He even pressured her partner, eventually leading to their separation.

Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy. He iced her out, blamed her for me not forgiving him. As for the baby? He sent money. That's it. Never showed his face. Cindy lost it. Went full public with the affair, spilled all the dirty laundry from our marriage. Peter shut it down fast. Sued her, too. She cracked. Like, completely snapped. One snowy day, she stabbed him. He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital.

, Timothy said pulling me gently. "No no no no no no no, you need to hear me out alright, you need to hear this loud and clear. Everything about this man is a fucken lie, A goddamn fucken lie. He was never married, he trapped my mother in this relationship thing and got her pregnant, she had a miscarriage for the first child, I'm the second, he was a chronic abuser, he was hit her every Goddamn day brutally. He use to beat me up when I was barely 2 years. I watched him when I was 5 hit my mother till she was unconscious, almost died, barely even survived. I grew up and started fighting him, oh fuck it he knows everything I'm saying is true, he can't even deny it. My mother saved up enough to

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the