Liv Morgan Husband Novels & Stories

Tabloids had a field day with the story: Alex Morgan son of USA's president Divorces Wife for Prince Liam Brighmore! Everywhere I went, people whispered and stared. My parents were livid. “How could you humiliate us like this?” my father roared during one particularly nasty argument. “I’m not living a lie for you anymore!” I yelled back. “I won’t do it!” My mother sobbed quietly in the corner, but for the first time, I didn’t feel guilty. This wasn’t about them. --- Through it all, Liam was my anchor. One night, as we sat on the couch in his apartment he had bought I turned to him, my voice heavy with doubt. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

Ivan called out, his brow furrowing as he addressed the man. As the man turned to my husband, the seriousness melted from his face. "You're here," he said. "Yeah, I'm here with my parents and my wife. How about you? What are you doing here? And who is she?" Ivan fired a series of questions at him, casting a glance at Candy, who remained silent with her head down. "Nice to meet you," Morgan said to me, extending his hand, seemingly ignoring Ivan's inquiries. I shook his hand. "My wife, Myla... This is Morgan Reeves, one of my friends," Ivan introduced us.

Since I didn't ask a question, Mom filled in, "Morgan is in a hell of a mess." "What's going on?" My sister Morgan is two years older than me. We weren't close growing up. Once she was in college, she never came home, so I hardly know her. She married Skeet, who was the prototypical quarterback. The only time I met him was at the wedding and I immediately despised him. He is beautiful and stupid and only aware of half of that. "She refuses to say, but she calls on the verge of tears all the damn time." "Mom, I feel for her, but how is this my problem?"

All this years Alex had been asking him about his mother but he didn't know what to answer him because he too didn't know where she was , so he had always avoided that topic wherever possible, and it seemed like Alex had understood him because with time he had stopped asking him about it, and that topic had become a forbidden one in the house. Mr Morgan was feeling very happy to have reunited with his wife, she was the only woman whom he had ever loved and even after years of remaining a bachelor it had never even for once occured to him to get married to any lady, all he did was take care of his son on his own , acting as a father and mother st the same, allowing him to do just anything tha

"And who might this be, Mr. Lancaster?" Morgan swirled the champagne in his glass with an air of nonchalance, his tone calm. "Valencia Smith, my ex-wife." The moment he revealed that I was his ex-wife, the surrounding area fell into a palpable hush. Several pairs of eyes turned toward me, sweeping over me with undisguised scrutiny. Harvey's expression shifted to one of feigned realization. He deliberately drew out his words. "Ah, so this is Ms. Smith who spent her life's savings on that wedding back then?

Morgan did not deny it, "I did it on purpose. I want them to know that you are my wife, Morgan Blackstorm's wife!" ***

’ Morgan seemed to complain about his first love, realising it only after marrying her. Unlike Alice, when she was married to Morgan, she always cooked and placed him first. "If only you had not carried another man’s child, perhaps I could have kept you. I may have more than one wife, but I do not wish them to kill each other if I do." Morgan had to leave, for he must investigate who had sent the photo to his wife. He entered his car, and from behind, another vehicle began to follow him. ---

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

Netizens had already uncovered the truth about her. [I thought she was just a pretty influencer, but turns out she's a homewrecker.] [Climbing the ranks as a mistress is one thing, but to deliberately provoke the wife? That's cruel, especially since she lost her child.] [I know about this. There was a little boy who was stabbed to death on Star Avenue recently. That must've been the wife's son. Word is, the father was with the mistress at the time, sending his own son out to run errands, and the boy was killed by a lunatic.]

She never expected this question from her husband. “Yes, as I said, who was the man who took your virginity?” “Are you crazy? You were the first, are you still denying it?” Her gaze searched his, trying to find a glimmer of the man she knew. But the loving light was gone. Her eyes welled up. She searched for a flicker of affection, but realized it was gone. “I-I didn’t-” “Why? Not answering? Still hiding it?” Louis scoffed.