Liv Morgan Husband Novels & Stories

"I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family." There was a pause. Then the voice dropped, confused. "His phone lists you as 'Wife.'" *** Two months later, Lionel handed me a death certificate. "Peter's gone." My hand froze. The fork hit the plate with a sharp clink. Something twisted in my chest—hard to name it. Lionel sat next to me, laced his fingers through mine, and started fidgeting with them. Then he told me everything. After Peter went back to Rivera, he unraveled. Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy.

The dress had cost me a month's salary, but next to Emma's elegant outfit, it might as well have been a potato sack. "I... I'm sorry," I whispered, fighting back tears. "Just go," he snapped, not even looking at me. "Emma and I will order first. Try to come back looking presentable." That was the first crack in my perfect marriage. "Sir," a young officer approached with case records. "I've checked the reports - no missing persons filed in the last few days." "A missing wife and the family didn't even notice?" another officer wondered aloud. "What kind of relationship did they have?"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

To everyone else, I appeared to be the very embodiment of a happy wife. Perhaps it was because of the hardships I had suffered in my past life that fate had decided to grant me another chance. One day, I talked to Bruce about trying to have a baby. He agreed at once and went through all the tests and health checks. In my past life, Owen and Miriam blamed me for not being able to bear Owen's child. Coming from a family of doctors, Owen believed that there was nothing wrong with his health. Hence, he blamed me entirely for our failure to have a child.

Then, he let out a rather regretful sigh. Savannah refused to get a divorce, but I stood my ground. With Morgan fanning the flames beside us, she finally gave in and signed the papers. That was when everything really clicked for me. She could moan my name in bed and swear that she would never betray me. But as long as Morgan existed, she was never going to trust me wholeheartedly, nor would she stand by me 100%. If I wanted to be the Reed family's son-in-law for life, I had to retreat in order to advance.

Still, mindful of Zachary’s position, Simon managed to force a strained smile. “Naturally, the affairs between husband and wife are not for me to interfere in. However, Harriet and I share a long-standing bond. As something of an elder brother of hers, I merely thought to offer her a few words of advice.” Zachary’s expression turned unmistakably dark. “That will not be necessary. You may leave.” With that, he took my wrist and led me back into the courtyard without looking back. His thoughts reached me clearly. “Even after marriage, there are still men coming to my door and eyeing my wife. It is infuriating and irritating. Why isn’t Harriet saying anything? Surely she can tell that I am a li

I waited until everyone's attention was on me before continuing. "Today is a great—I mean, a very sad day for all of us. My wife, Evie Sandoval, has left us forever. However…" I purposely dragged out the last word before continuing, "As her husband, I had a sudden bold thought last night. I've decided to donate my wife's organs to the hospital for research. That way, Evie will continue shining brightly in this world and contribute to society!" There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, the entire hall erupted in roars of disbelief.

Richard: "Soon. I promise. Just let me get through this anniversary first. I need to keep Evelyn happy until the Henderson project closes. Her father's connections are the only reason we are even in the running." The iPad slipped from my hands and hit the floor. My father. Vincent Henderson. The man who gave Richard his first major investor. The man who believed Richard would take care of his little girl. Richard married me for my father's money and connections. And now he was having a baby with someone else. The front door opened downstairs. "Evelyn! I got the wine! Where are you?" I picked up the iPad with numb fingers, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would break through my ribs.

“If anything, he’s always been the kind of man who puts his loved ones first. I know how this must seem to you, but you don’t know him the way I do.” I crossed my arms. “Then tell me. Because from where I stand, he’s about to toss away ten years of marriage for some bond neither of us asked for.” Morgan sighed, walking toward the bed and sitting down with a grace that only came with experience. “Grey and I have been together since I turned eighteen. He was my first love, my only love. We built our life together, and when I got pregnant with our first daughter, he married me without hesitation. He’s been the perfect husband, the perfect father. I have never once doubted his love for me or our

In addition, Marvin also used body language to make a good impression. Gennifer looked at her father and brother in turn, then said softly, "You shouldn't fall for the hoaxes that are circulating. If you think about it more, how could Ethelyne Wilmer want to walk with a man like my husband? Isn't he a disgraceful ex-con?" Gennifer said, not that she was putting down her own husband, but trying to convince her family.