Kaylyn Williams Husband Novels & Stories

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!"

Larisa’s heart pounded hard as she read the comments that praised the lovely couple. “Miss Williams might be in a wheelchair but she’s still elegant and sophisticated. Her fiance is rich and looks handsome too. I wish I could see his face.” “Miss Williams is back! Are we about to get a new collection of her jewelry? It’s been so long since we got new designs from her. I can’t wait!” “Who’s the rich guy she’s with? Are they getting married soon?” “I managed to get a close-up photo. He’s so handsome!” As it turned out, Bianca was right after all. The man she saw with another woman was none other than Ryan Kingsley.

They were the legendary Hughes! “If William were going to talk to the media about his marriage, he would have done so by now. I'll make Katherine and William's marriage public on my Father's birthday, and I'll make sure William consents." Winston stated with assurance, which made Jayla furrow her brows because she had no idea what her husband was thinking. She gave it her all to talk to him about William, but he made it clear to her that he did not have enough time to talk to his wife. She felt defeated and frustrated, believing that the fortune she imagined she held had vanished, leaving no trace.

“And who are you?” Killian’s voice was ice. “I’m her husband.” He leaned in, words razor-sharp. “Stand up and leave my wife the fuck alone.” David stood up immediately, apologizing profusely. He said he had no idea I was married. Killian crossed his arms, staring him down with that icy glare. “Yeah, you know now,” he said coldly, “so don’t ever approach my wife again.” David nodded, muttering another apology before quickly walking away.

Michael attempted to provide an explanation. “What if he disagrees when he finds out that you’re getting married to your family’s adopted daughter? Haven’t there been a lot of people talking about our wedding plans?” Claire turned around, instantly forgetting her anger. The topic of their wedding plans is still a sensitive subject of discussion among the public, especially with the popularity of the Williams family as one of the most famous families in the United States.

Icily, he asked, “Who are you? How dare you spoil my plan? Do you not know what death is!?” Zayn looked over at him. “I’m Faye’s husband, Zayn Larson. I’m here to take my wife home.” William let out a silent chuckle and feigned a look of sudden realization while he taunted, “Oh, you’re the man who married into Faye’s family? I’ve heard a lot about you!” Howard chorused from the side, “He’s quite known in Waltz City for being trash and a good-for-nothing who depends on his wife. Hahaha…”

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.