Melissa Benoist Husband Novels & Stories

As he kissed my hand, he said, "Do you have any head injuries?" I glared at him. He looked at Steve, who was in the passenger seat, and said, "Stella, my beautiful wife, we are married now, and you are Mrs. Woods." "Oh, right, I forgot I am now Mrs. Woods." I clenched my fist tight to contain my annoyance. "I want to talk to you privately, Ethan Woods." It forced us to behave properly as a couple in front of these people. "Remember, you made a contract with me, so you will have to cooperate with me in everything." In my ear, he muttered softly.

“And also, do you have a job?” Melissa nodded. “I have two part-time jobs.” “I want you to quit every job or part-time job you have.” Melissa blinked at her. “You want me to...quit? But I can’t do that.” Melissa disagreed. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re a celebrity. We can’t have the wife of Mr Marshall working at a small office or whatever. And it seems you’ve forgotten that you’re impersonation someone, and not just anyone, the daughter of a conglomerate.”

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

Oh how he enjoys being a gossip, I thought with an eye roll. “There is more?” "certainly. She doesn't just want him to get married, but that he must marry Marrisa.” "What? No man! That's all shade of wrong. Isn't that the same Marissa who cheated on you with your business partner.” Drew turns to stare at me in horror. I shrugged, feigning indifference. “Yeah. The very one. Mom doesn't seem to care about that. All she cares about is that her son marries the daughter of the senator. Fidelity be damned."

I said quietly, “if you knew who I was.” A pause. “Are you a criminal?” he asked. I looked up, startled. “No… You can’t be. Lena wouldn’t hire someone like that,” he added. His tone wasn’t playful, but there was a faint hint of lightness. Something in his expression softened. Not quite a smile, but close. Something loosened inside my chest. I felt… lighter. “CEO Adrian Henrix,” I said, “I’m the wife of one of your employees. Soon to be ex-wife.”

“What are you doing here?” He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him while I scrambled to my feet, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. “You need to leave. My husband will be here any minute.” I feared the worst, being alone with a strange man. His expression darkened instantly. “Your husband?” He scoffed, stepping closer. “Is that who you’re hiding behind now? Tell me, Tessa.” “Stop calling me that.” “Is this what you are now? You seduce my boss, play the innocent wife, just to get back at me?”

And once again, he was going to let her! "Okay, okay. Let me go and stand still. I need to see if you're okay or not." "Benny, where are Val and Jules?" Melissa asked. "They were taken away by their family at noon. They're safe and weren't hurt." Only then did Melissa let go of Bennett's waist. She smiled happily at him. "Love you, Benny." Bennett flicked Melissa's forehead. "If I catch you getting involved in another fight, I'll have you arrested and lock you up for 49 days. Even if you're my little sister."

Lie. Another lie. My nails dug deeper into the cushion as I smiled at both of them, wondering if they could somehow hear the sound of my life falling apart. Neither of them had any idea what kind of disaster my marriage had become. Neither of them knew that the husband they were busy praising would be leaving for Paris with another woman. Neither of them knew that I was going on that same trip with the man I'd been sleeping with behind my husband's back. The same man who happened to be Mason's boss.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

You were too easy on him before. Jessamine smiled. "You're right. I should indeed learn from you in this regard. But why didn't your man come?" Melissa clicked her tongue and sighed. "Their law firm took on a big case recently. He's been so busy he hasn't been home for days. I'm already mad at him. How can he ignore his wife and kid? Sooner or later, I'll go find someone else." Melissa's angry words caught Jessamine's attention. She quickly discovered the main point in her words, then looked down at Melissa's flat belly. She asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Are you pregnant?"