Liv Morgan Husband Novels & Stories

However, he began having doubts when he noticed how frequently Sarah and Timmy were meeting each other. Could Sarah and Timmy really share that sort of relationship? When that doubt crept into Jackson’s mind, one of the men he had arranged to look into Sarah soon found out about her past. Jackson began laughing coldly when he learned that Sarah had a gangster husband who was currently in jail and Jared’s chauffeur was the son of Sarah and her thug husband.

Henry had always been scared of the dark, and I could not bear for him to stay alone in the cold morgue. The following day, while I was on my way to the crematorium, I received tons of calls and messages from Matthew. I ignored them all. I held my son’s urn close to me and started contacting both friends and family to tell them about Henry’s death. That took me an entire day. Once I got back to our rental house, I found my husband sitting in his chair. His expensive suit had been replaced with cheap clothes. The moment he saw me, he jumped forward to hold my hand.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

"I'll pay the 1.5 million. And… sell the house. Estelle, we'll get the divorce." I nodded. "Mr. Lambert has already prepared the agreement." His mother collapsed into tears. "Zach! You can't sell the house. That's your son's—" "Mom!" Zachary roared, "Enough!" He snatched the pen, didn't even read the document, and signed his name. The tip of the pen tore into the paper, slicing through the 10 years of our fraudulent marriage. … Meanwhile, Yara sank into her chair and covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

“What’s going on? Wasn’t Miss Meyer supposed to marry Mr. Whitmore? Is his mother forcing this?” “Look—the banner says it’s Mr. Morgan!” Lucas finally saw what the others were seeing. In large print on the wall: [Destiny Meyer & Liam Morgan] “So Miss Meyer was never engaged to Mr. Whitmore? Looks like Mr. Whitmore imagined the whole thing.” I heard Lucas suck in a breath. He stepped forward to grab my arm, but Liam blocked him. “Mr. Whitmore,” Liam said calmly, “please show some respect.” “No… no way! This has to be a mistake! Destiny, you're marrying me!”

She was carrying twins. More tears came. She thought about their three years of marriage. It had not started with love. Jason's mother had adored Bella. When Mrs. Morrison fell ill, Bella had spent months at her bedside, caring for her, keeping her company. The old woman had made Jason promise to marry Bella before she passed. Jason had kept his promise. But somewhere in those three years, something had shifted. Jason had fallen in love with his wife. Bella had seen it in his eyes, in the way he touched her, in the way he made sure she was always comfortable and safe.

My father was certain that the mother and daughter my husband brought back from Southern River were the daughter and granddaughter of an impeached official. As such, he locked them up. Afton Springfield, my husband, begged for my father’s mercy for seven days and nights outside the palace. This caused my father to fly into a rage. He wanted to get us divorced and execute Afton. To appease my father, I had begged him to release the mother and daughter as well in the previous timeline, even though I was heavily pregnant. Feeling resigned, my father sent the mother—Melinda—and daughter to the army as soldier servants. He also spared Afton and ordered him to treat me well so that he would

" and the noise went down immediately. There were too many many emotions at that moment, including anger, sadness, confusion and regret, everyone just had theirs on. "What happened Lisa?" The Luna asked her. She looked frightened and bewildered. She was already shuddering, her face had turned red. "Morgan," was the only thing she could mutter, she said it with horror. Did they find him somewhere dead and offensively malodorous? I assumed before anything was said. What else could have happened to him for her to be so stunned and pale? Only if she knew the real colour of her husband, shameless and promiscuous. She would have just let him die.

“I swear if I don’t see you at work the day after tomorrow, I’m coming to your home. Or I’ll hunt down that asshole James.” “Do that,” Haven mumbled. “Oh, darling. I will definitely do it.” They simply chat a little, after the pity party plans. Mrs. Morgan was just content to have young people at home. After her husband’s death, she lived alone. She has no kids. Olivia casually said, “I am just glad that you came home without crashing your car anywhere.” She knew her friend had the ability to do it when she was not stable. “That’s right. What time did you come home last night? I didn’t see your car driving in,” Olivia asked, curiously.

"Yeah, my aunt didn't allow Laura to have friends. But she's doing great, she married a handsome visual artist and musician. They work together; he has an art gallery, a music studio, and a photography studio. Laura became a highly sought-after and acclaimed photographer." "Wow! Laura fulfilled her dream. I'm so happy for her, and I'd love to see her." "I think she'd like to see you too." "And what about you? Did you get married too?" "Yes," she lowered her gaze and then looked at him with a smile. "But we're divorced. I have a son with him; he's the only thing that ties us together now." "I'm sorry," he patted her shoulder. "It's okay. It was for the best for both of us, we just weren't rea