Novel & Cerita Kaylyn Williams Husband

"So what? You planned this. I don't love you. And let me be crystal clear—nothing, NOTHING, changes Peyton's place in my life. I don't care if you have a hundred kids. It's not happening." Vivian's face twisted. "What's so great about her? You love her THAT much? What about our baby? He's your kid. You're really gonna ditch your own blood?" He didn't even blink. "The baby? Peyton's not the type to hurt anyone. But let's be real—we don't even know if it's gonna make it." He said everything right. Defended me. Chose me. But it didn't land. I felt nothing but cold.

Ellyse froze midway, the laugh she wanted to let out earlier is now fully gone and replaced with shock. “Kai? Kai…Laurent?” She asks him, her eyes widening. “Uh-huh, he’s a good friend of mine. Why?” So Kai had recommended her to Riden…but why? To help her? And Riden doesn’t even know that she’s married to him! Is it not in anyone’s knowledge besides hers and his family that Kai is married? “N-Nothing, it’s just that…” Ellyse stared at him for what felt like an eternity, debating if she should tell him that she’s his wife of not.

“Mr Williams, can I have a word with Mrs Williams in private?” Reluctantly, Archie stepped back, hovering near the door like he didn’t trust either of us. The door closed behind him, though not gently. Lucan took one step closer, and I took a step backwards. “How have you been Kayla, the bruises on your lips healed up really nicely.” I rolled my eyes. “I could remember the last time you brought this topic up, I had told you to mind your business.” Lucan didn't look offended, instead the side of his lips tilted upward. “ Well then, let’s discuss business.” He began, “You are aware that your husband’s company won't survive without this deal.” He said quietly.

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

He wouldn't believe me if I say Kael was my husband so it was better not to waste my strength. I stared at him, not even trying to hide my disgust. “Who’s the woman?” His nostrils flared. “She’s my partner. What’s it to you?” “Your partner?” I laughed bitterly. “Of course. You couldn’t wait to replace Mom with a slut now another, how many women have you brought into this house?” “It's not your business what I do with my life,” he growled. “It's my house,” I snapped. “I don't remember a will, in fact the only child of your mother is Chloe,” he laughed.

"My question. Why did you go after my wife?" Helen looked genuinely confused for a second. "Your wife?" "Yes," Killian said, his voice strong and clear. "Calla. The mother of my unborn children." When he said these words, Calla looked up at him. She felt a powerful surge of pride and love that cut right through her anger.

Kayla rinsed the wound in salt before she pulled away, leaving the woman on the cusp of a heart attack. "No" Her frail voice echoed through the room. "That's a lie, my son is innocent!" Kayla wished he was, she really wished he was. Because then she wouldn't feel widowed at twenty eight. She watched the photo burn as she recalled the moment a few days ago. And then the one where she walked down the aisle next to him. "Do you, Kayla Sanderson take Colton as your husband, to love and to hold, to cherish and to respect, in sickness and in health and through life's most tempestuous storms" She looked into the priest's ethereal eyes and smiled.

Emily sighted it. “You are still into this nasty habit of yours,” “Stay out of my business” Kayla said tucking a hair tendrils behind her ear “Just know that I won’t be here to take the blame like before,” “You are just jealous about Ryan and… now your husband. Because they both want me.” “They are only drawn to you, because you are nothing but a cheap slut. " “If I like, I can have your husband.” Kayla tilted her head and smirked. “You are playing with fire Kayla and while you are skimming to snatch my husband. Make sure another woman doesn’t take your fiancé. Mom and dad won’t be pleased.”

The weight of the pain and shame of him getting another woman pregnant is becoming unbearable. Cillian presses his forehead to mine before dropping a tender kiss to my nose. He then cradles my face and wipes my tears with his thumbs. “Kayleigh, listen to me. I meant it when I said I haven’t been with anyone in the last two years other than you.” He tucks my wild tresses behind my ear as he gazes into my eyes. “But Kinsley…” My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “It’s not mine.” His warm golden hazels lock with my blue ices as he shakes his head.