Novel & Cerita Mae Whitman Husband

Of course I knew him. Everyone did. His face was impossible to avoid. Even hearing his name made people lower their voices. Mia stared at me for another second before laughing. “I can’t believe this. You truly have no idea who your husband is?” My throat felt dry. The truth settled over me piece by piece. Because the man I had married was Damian Hawthorne. The former military commander.

Actually, it was longer than that, after all they had grown up together. “You can go home first!” With a look of disgust, he turned and walked out of the private corner where he had dragged her from the crowd. Macey stood, trying to compose herself. Their marriage had been one of convenience, more or less. Her father was a veteran and served in Vietnam. There he met and saved the life of Augustus DaLair. After coming home, her father suffered severe PTSD. Her mother, a nurse, encouraged him to use art as therapy and it worked. Slowly, he pieced himself together, married and started a family.

Imogen spat. He noticed the confused grimace on Maze's expression and the visible hesitation to ask what he had already read on her face. He smiled bitterly saying, "She was not my father's wife rather just a dancer who used to work in one of many Mcmaster bars. All her life she was too crazy after the title of *the Wife of Mr.Macmaster.*," He again laughed sending a chill down her spine. "But her love was inferior in front of my father's real wife. My mother beat me, starved me for days, even tortured me in every single way just to get the attention of my father. Even after her death that five years me, wasn't spared of the bitterness of my fate.

The table went completely silent, except for Ava’s gasping. Why am I here anyway? After learning that my husband had spent the night with another woman, I have to sit with his mom the next morning listening to her lecture on how bad of a wife I am and how he should divorce me already? Hello? “That’s enough, mom.” Klein’s stern voice stopped me before I could fight back. I waited, wanting to hear his affirmation of me, and my hard work, but nothing came. Just then, my phone vibrates on the table. I want to ignore the coming message but the preview catches my attention. It’s a text from Maeve which reads;

Maxwell, my husband, who supposedly loved me to death and the man I had given my whole heart to, now belonged to the past. We would never meet again.

"Then why? Why did he leave and never come back? What happened between you two?" Mr. Matthews held my desperate gaze for a long, loaded moment. When he finally spoke, it was in a low tone. "You're absolutely right, Ella. Your father and I were thick as thieves back then - hell, I even named this whole damned company after the both of us." His jaw tightened. "But then...something happened with his wife, your mother. Something that utterly shattered him." My breath caught in my throat at his ominous words. "What happened?" I pressed urgently. "Please, I need to know."

“I don’t want to be known as a Whitman. I don’t see them as family. And I don’t want the world associating me with them either.” “That’s understandable, one thing I'm glad about is that I'm not going to be addressed by Mrs Whitman when we get married that would have made me sick and reminded me of Jason” “Well….sorry to cut your joy short but Whitman is what is going to be written on the marriage certificate because of the will but every other person would address you as Mrs Dawson” “If it's just going to be on the marriage certificate, I can turn a blind eye to that as long as I'm not called that in the long run, it's still a win-win for me”

Arthur spent the next two months in a drunken stupor. Then, he started leaving the house more often before returning home, looking exhausted. My soul was getting weaker, and I couldn't withstand direct sunlight. I had no idea what he did whenever he went out. Late one night, he suddenly left the house. I followed him to a gravestone in a cemetery. My photo was on it, and I saw the words engraved on it. "Here lies Leona Barton, wife to Ian White."

"You're the husband? Forgive me if I sound shocked, but Ms Tyson—" "Mrs Hawthorne," Austin corrected her. "Yes, yes," Smith said quickly, running her hand through her oily curls. "Mrs Hawthorne—your wife… She's very private. I didn't know that you're the mystery husband." "There's a lot we don't know about the people close to us, Madeleine," Austin replied, thinking about everyone around him—his father, Blake, Andrei, and Piper. How could he have been so blind? How did he not see their deceit all these years?

If she had, Ava would be more trepidatious about apply for the position than she already was – and Maeve had to get Ava out of her house. It’s not like the girl was a burden. If anything, she was a help around the house. Since she had physically gotten back on her feet, she had been helping Maeve with the cleaning and cooking. In Ava’s way, it was her way of paying Maeve back for helping her. The problem was Maeve’s husband. She didn’t like how he eyeballed Ava when he was home from the road – and Maeve knew her husband all too well. She knew he did what he did supposedly behind her back like she didn’t know, but she be damn if he was going to do it under her roof. Now Maeve didn’t think Av