Kat Timpf's Husband Novels & Stories

ANDERA. TEN YEARS LATER. It all started with our divorce. Lies. Betrayals. Regrets. Revenge. And somehow—redemption. It led us here. Ten years later, to where we’re supposed to be. Together. Timmy and I are curled under a wide umbrella, tucked into two folding chairs with a cooler between us. The shade casts long shadows across the sand. “Daddy, stop it,” Tiffany whined. She stood not too far from the shoreline in a sundress, her hair in a ponytail; Thane continued leveling a death glare at the teenage boy who approached Tiffany.

“We have grown to love our peace and privacy. So, no. We’ll not be doing that.” Then he turned and walked away from the podium without another word, even though the reporters shouted more questions. Myla let out a long, shaky breath and turned off the television. Even after everything, her husband still knew how to stand in front of wolves and make them heel. A low groan from the bed caught her attention. She turned to see Jared’s eyes fluttering open; his brow was furrowed in pain, but his gaze was alert. He immediately tried to push himself up with his good arm but hissed sharply as pain shot through him.

Tim tossed the book aside, scooped her up and twirled her around. The book slid off the couch and tumbled to the floor, coming to rest open-faced so that what she’d written to him was plainly visible. To my husband Tim - My rock, the love of my life and the father of my child.

Tim, looking pitiful, complained, "My face is bruised, and I didn't even complain, but Ken's acting like he's about to die, and he's not even hurt. He's just trying to get you to feel sorry for him." "I know." If I had not spent my childhood fighting in the orphanage, I might have been fooled. I knew he targeted all the spots that hurt without leaving a mark. I did not call him out on it, though. "Are you in pain?" "A lot…" I helped Tim into the car and went home with him. The news of my affair spread fast, and the Chapman family was embarrassed, eventually pressured Ken into divorcing me. On the day we finalized all the divorce paperwork and left the courthouse, Ken,looking dejected, asked,

KAYA Just as I'd thought, Tim wasn't asleep when I got there. I'd gotten a report that he barely slept anymore. As a matter of fact, all he did was sit in the corner of his cell and sulk. His wife had been dead for over a year but still, he had the reaction of a man whose wife was dead for just a few days. This was the man they really arrested for her murder? How could they do that? “Tim. Hey. I'm so sorry for disturbing you.”

Tius spat. "Because he's my son." Tiffany, Paulo’s wife spoke this time, she glared at Tius like she was ready to strangle him herself if he ever hurt her son. Tius hissed and faced Dylan, "What do you mean you won't be getting married to Kira?! Do you think this is a child's play or a play date that you can just call off at any time you want?!" Tius growled and Dylan continued to stare at everyone, his eyes so wide, that they almost threatened to pop out of his head.

Hence, these people wouldn’t care one bit about who Alex was. With this, Timothy had very limited information. He was in a rush, after all, and had no idea that Alex was a changed man. His trump cards were enough to make California hell on earth. “Hmph!” “How dare this loser of a son-in-law and that sugar mommy dares to piss us off? They must have a death wish!”

Timothy paused, then said in a low voice, "She's my wife." Understanding slowly dawned on Father George’s face, soon replaced by confusion. "Then you don't know? Your wife knelt here in the rain last month and miscarried. One of the staff found her in time and rushed her to the hospital. Otherwise, it could've ended much worse."

“ You! You are l-lying! “ His gentle voice earlier becomes aggressive. I felt that he’s trying to control his force and anger but I can still observed that he’s truly scary. “ It’s true… “ I confirmed while trying to stay calm. He got off to bed and I can feel his deadly gaze to me. “ Do you love them?! “ It was quite unexpected when his voice became gentle again. Thinking that he might’ve release me, I nodded without looking at him. “ I love them so much… “ I murmured and smiled at him even though I’m still struggling to regain my sight. Maybe it’s because of what they’ve done to me when I lost consciousness. “ Who is your husband? “ I was surprised when he asked me a silly question. I didn

he exclaims “It’s all I want, besides waking up next to you every morning. “ “I…” I exhale heavily, “The timing is really bad.” “Why?” “Because… I don't know. It’s too soon, and the company is still so new, and…” I run my hands in my hair, almost too forcefully and Dominic wraps his arms around my wrists. “Violet, look at me. “ I do and he says. “I love you. I have loved you all my life and I am the happiest person to be your husband. You are making me twice as happy now that we will be parents. There's no better timing for this. Any moment is great timing because I want us to have kids. “