Mae Whitman Husband Novels & Stories

"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

But now, her voice drifted through the garden like a winter wind- steady, measured, and utterly devoid of warmth. “I, Rose Zhou, vow to love you… to honor you… to cherish you… in sickness and in health… for as long as we both shall live.” The garden was so quiet, even the petals seemed to freeze. Her stiff, painted-on smile made Duke flinch like she’d slapped him again. The priest, terrified the ceremony would unravel entirely, rushed forward. “I-I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the-”

Then he had married Ma and had devoted himself to her. It wasn’t impossible to fall for someone after marriage. My pa had done that. But he had screwed up to a large extent before that. Ma was nothing but his wife in name, and they fought every single day. All Ma wanted back then was a happy life and his attention, but he had been so stuck on getting Phoebe Vitale and Adonis out of the Mafia world that he had lost sight of what was near him. She wanted to leave him, but then she got pregnant with me and that was when he saw her. As his wife. As the one who wanted him for who he was.

"Chelsea Leigh Garcia! What are you talking about?! After you achieve high status because of your husband, you will not start to act like that?" Maxine approached her mom. "Hasn't she been like this for a long time, mommy? I told you, mommy, that we shouldn't waste effort on her. She was like that because no one loves her! I doubt that brother-in-law really loves her…” END OF FLASHBACK

I scoffed, before flashing the screen in his face, "look at that, it's a text from Dawson, my boyfriend." He stared at the screen for a bit, reading my text *What's the update? Are you calling it off?* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only."

He was no longer a man balancing two lives. He was a man with none. No wife. No home. No love that could bear the weight of what he’d done. Just him. And the silence he deserved.

OPHELIA The Whitmores’ Every single person in the city knew that name. Everyone knew I was married to Julius Whitmore, the charismatic CEO whose smile made every lady in the city swoon. I had what everyone called a perfect love story. Four years of marriage, a husband who adored me openly, supported me, and made even romance books look like child’s play. To everyone, I was the luckiest woman in the world. Truly, I was. That was until I caught my husband kissing his so-called cousin.

“I am Silvanus Clemonte. And you are Aeliana Clemonte. My wife.” The world stopped spinning for Aeliana. Wife? How could she have a husband? The town where she grew up was built on nothing but hardship and survival—one meal at a time. Neither the doctor before her nor the man claiming to be her husband stirred even a flicker of memory in her mind. Aeliana shifted, sitting again at the edge of the bed. She lifted her eyes to the man who was now gazing down at her. In his eyes lingered a longing—a shattered pain she could not name.

However, contrary to their expectations, the house was still standing as it was. Tears welled up in his eyes after seeing that house. Looking at that house, she said, "Mom, dad, I will keep track of everything from the people who sold your house. The countdown will start tomorrow. they has lived very comfortably till today." Then he looked up towards the sky and said, “Mumma, when I met with an accident, you sent me to another world so that I could stay alive. Even after you left, you were with me. The life you gave me but someone else deliberately took that life away from me. I will also settle all accounts with that person because of whom I got separated from Shivam and Shivansh. I couldn'