Kiki Shepard Husband Novels & Stories

I'm not sure if I made the right decision in accepting this position as C E O, because although it's a great opportunity, it couldn't have come at a worse time. My wife doesn't speak Korean and doesn't have friends here, so I sometimes feel guilty when I have to leave her alone for long periods, which has been happening often. That's why I was very excited about the idea of a mini-honeymoon with her. We didn't have the opportunity to do that when we got married because of my concert schedule, but I really want to do everything I can to show her how much I love her. That's why I arranged everything so that, even with my shows, I'll have time to enjoy and spend time with her.

I found out that Jane was truly married, but her husband’s name wasn't revealed, and I strongly believe that her husband was Kieran because no one talked about him. I know that once you or your family are not among the high social cycle. The media wouldn't bother about mentioning your name on any broadcast. No one in the city would recognise you as a human. Kieran was just a biker; no one cared about him. So his wife had never posted him on her social media handle. I felt sad for him. But still wasn't enough for me to stay with him. He is married, so I don't want to be dragged. I don't want to ruin my reputation or that of my family because of love. Besides, I still love Jax.

“She was… a friend.” He leans back, slow and tense, like he’s trying to find space to think. The silence between us grows heavier, uncomfortable. For a moment, I think about asking if he wants to step out and get some air, but I don’t. I just sit there quietly, watching him, waiting. “Her husband was abusive,” he continues. “Emotionally. Physically.” He swallows hard. “Se-sexually.” My chest tightens. Holy shit. I want to reach for him, to say something, anything but when he glances up, the look in his eyes roots me in place. It’s raw and haunted.

How dare you claim this car is yours, you penniless loser? Since I needed to take back the drug, I had no choice but to rush over to Melissa's wedding venue. There, I saw that the man embracing her in the poster was none other than Samuel Fuller, the husband I had been married to for the past three years. At first, I thought something was wrong with my eyesight. Why else would I be seeing my husband on a wedding poster with another woman? However, in the next second, I spotted Melissa walking onto the stage with a bouquet in hand. She spoke proudly to the guests. "Everyone, welcome to my wedding with Samuel Fuller, the wealthiest man in the country!"

"Remember the time I slipped up hic that I have a secret hobby of being a hardcore follower hic of a certain actor?" "Hmmm" she keeps nodding and smiling. She's damn too cute. "And I immediately said, 'hic' but I like you too 'hic' right?" "Hehehe I remember that and I also said I like you too" "Ahhh hehehe, you know hic it's actually Dohyung hic hmmm" I forgot I am talking to his wife. "Dohyung Kang?" I can't see her expression cause my vision went blurry. "Hehehe hmm hmm" I mindlessly nodded.

she warned with a forward jab of the spatula to punctuate each word. Autumn flipped her braids and rolled her eyes to say she didn't care. "Where's your husband, Mrs Lips?" she asked out of nowhere. Kiersey froze from stirring the batter in her arms. The unexpected question threw her off for a second. She had neglected to tell people about her divorce, except for her brother and Kizza and Ryan. What she'd forgotten was that people were bound to ask when they noticed his absence and then she'd eventually have to tell them.

He was glad to survive for four days straight. “Well, you’re married to a mafia, so bear with it.” she chuckled while she does some stretching. “Can I just be a normal husband and do office words or maybe cook for you?” he whined as he asked but something suddenly flew his way that almost hit his forehead. Good thing, his reflexes were totally expanded which Verosha smirked at. “Nope, my husband should be promising and remarkable that never failed to fascinate me…” Verosha trailed off and grinned slyly at her husband who was glaring at what she just did. It almost hit him as if her reflexes were not good.

He had just gone back to pretending I didn't exist. My phone suddenly vibrated under my pillow. I pulled it out and answered the unknown number. "Good day, Gia. This Kelsey from the University of California. I've noticed that you were accepted about two months ago but we haven't gotten any kind of response from you." My eyes widened as I sat upright. "Hello, Kelsey. I had absolutely no idea that I was accepted. Thank you much but...I moved back home. To Italy. And I got married."

Anya was surprised to hear her mother's request, fortunately last night she had taken a picture of the two of them with Arya, there were even some photos of Arya alone and photos of the two of them that had been edited by the man. "Here, Mom." Not only did Mrs. Ani look at the photos, but Mr. Adi also looked at them, because he was curious about the figure of his future son-in-law. "Wow, he's handsome, Anya is really lucky to get a future husband like this, already established, handsome again." Mrs. Ani, who had been grumbling about Anya dating her own lecturer, now said that her daughter was very lucky. "Earlier you were angry with Anya, now you're praising my future son-in-law," said Pak A

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”