Novel & Cerita Kiki Shepard Husband

Kiara smiled at the cameras as the reporters all rushed to her with their questions of who she was, Immediately she said she was Kiara Louis, their where a lot of murmers as more questions where asked like when she had returned and if she knew her husband was now engaged, she answered one or two questions before she spotted Henry, like the rest of the peopke in the room, he was looking at her, that basterd probably didn't even recognize her, She looked around the room until her eyes landed on Daniel, Her once best friend, her husband, he was Looking at her surprise evident on his face, Kiara forced a smile on her face as she walked towards him, She held his eye contact not bothering to look

I’m careful to keep my curiosity out of my tone. Kylie smiles and winks. “Killer. He’s your husband, after all. A bit, no I take that back, a lot full of shit but no marriage doesn’t have its issues, right? He even donated extra cash for their upcoming post-rehab progression center.” I smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes, or cause a multitude of somersaults in my stomach, and that small inkling of hope trickles deep in my chest. I’m not sure if I’m wary or angry my body betrays me for a price.

“What an ungrateful daughter! Meanwhile, I thought my daughter was too much for staying at home and doing nothing!” “Oh my God! She’s married. She has a husband, and she’s cheating on him! The husband was managing the funeral alone!” “She looks like a good person, and she’s a lawyer! Why is she acting this way?” “Tsk! You really can’t judge a book by its cover. Look at her first love! He’s still acting like he’s innocent!” Hugh and Meg’s faces fell when others began to criticize them. Meg’s face was especially sour. Her hands were trembling in anger.

Sebastian said coldly. Charlotte nodded and sat down on the couch. "I'm sorry, Sebastian. I know I haven't been there for you, but..." "No need to explain," Sebastian interrupted. "I'm used to it." A look of pain flashed across Charlotte's face, but she still tried to explain. "I had important matters to attend to. My family member is sick, and I had to be there." "Your family member?" Sebastian scoffed. "Your father? Your mother? Your sister? As your husband, I didn't know you had other family. Or do you consider my nephew your family now? It seems he's more important to you than your husband."

Calvin sneered. Then, he added, "Tell me where she is, unless you want me to cut ties with you for good in the last years of your life." I watched as Margaret's eyes welled up when she heard Calvin's threat. "I'm your dad's wife—how could you do this to me?" Calvin's anger flared. "How dare you bring up Dad? It's because of you that Clarissa became a murderer three years ago!" My heart broke as I watched. Did Calvin even have a shred of humanity left?

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

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.

Joseph paused before continuing, "Yet, I couldn't find you anymore. When I finally tracked you down, you'd already become someone else's wife. The man you married was my long-lost brother, too. "Do you know how much pain I was in when I found out? My brother had been kidnapped at a young age, and he'd been through so much over the years. I couldn't take his wife away from him and ruin his happiness." He stopped to catch his breath. "That was why I planned all of this. If you fell for me of your own volition, I wouldn't be bullying Wilson. I wouldn't be the jerk who took his brother's wife away." I gaped at him, stunned by this revelation. It turned out he had feelings for me, just as I harbo

"I can't do anything about it, Mr. Sawyer. It was Ms. Spencer who brought Damian to the company. Apparently, he's her husband. How can a lowly HR manager like me dare to offend him?" Stunned, Harry questioned in shock, "Is he really Christine's husband?" With a teasing voice, Chelsea replied mockingly, "I don't know if he is, but I did hear him call her his wife." Harry remained frozen a while before breaking into an icy sneer. "Got it." After ending the call, Harry glanced at Damian before walking up to him. "So you really are Christine's husband, huh? Who would've thought that? Still, I'll have to ask her who gave her permission to give whoever she likes a job with the company!"

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.