My 3 Husbands Novels & Stories

Husband? Aiden? Oh no, this joke had gone way too far. Grace's heart hammered against her ribs. She gathered herself from the shock, blinking hard like that would somehow reset reality. "You're saying this man here is my husband?" Sophia answered with a sweet smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "That's right. He's your husband." She tilted her head, her voice dripping with false concern. "Oh, don't tell me you don't remember your own man?"

Someone who wasn’t supposed to know anything. Someone who should have never found us. The man who stepped into the light was— my husband.

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

Evelyn added softly, "if you are so concerned about marriages being destroyed by younger women, perhaps you should spend less time watching me—and more time checking your husband’s private hotel receipts in Geneva." Rita's smile disappeared. She gasped out loud, her hand flying up to her mouth, her eyes widening in sheer horror as she looked at her husband Marcus. Marcus froze, his arrogant smile vanishing instantly into a dark, panicked scowl. Arthur let out a quiet, deep rumble of satisfaction in his chest. He wrapped his broad arm around Evelyn’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. "Enjoy the Gala, Marcus.” He stepped past his stunned brother and sister-in-law without looking back even

I hated that he was right and I needed him and the fact that he smelled like sandalwood musk and something else I couldn't place, something that made me want to lean closer instead of stepping away. "Fine," I bit out. "Fix it." He worked in silence while I prepped what little I could without the oven, chopping vegetables with more force than necessary. The restaurant opened in two hours and I had maybe three menu items I could actually serve. "So what's your story?" I asked, unable to stand the quiet. "Town handyman who preys on widows? Is that your thing?" Gus didn't look up from the wiring. "Your mother wasn't a widow when we met. Your father had been dead for six years."

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

Instead, this happened. What hurt even more was when I contacted Myra Larson, she immediately sent me the photo of her marriage certificate. The name of the man on the certificate was the exact same as the man who had held me in his arms countless times. The city hall official seal was clear, and the date was five years ago. But George and I had only been married for three years. Thinking back, Myra's arrival at George's company had been sudden. She had joined and immediately became his personal assistant. Could it be…

Teresa said with a mischievous smile. We all laughed, and the conversation continued lightly, with stories of their own marriages—or lack thereof, in the case of the little old ladies, who seemed to have survived very well without husbands. "I was married three times," Maria confessed. "The first was a childhood sweetheart, lasted two years. The second was a mistake, lasted six months. The third was the love of my life, lasted thirty years until he passed." "What was he like?" I asked, curious.

"How else am I supposed to prove how much I mean to them? I heard today's their wedding anniversary with Charlotte. That's exactly why I picked today to trick them into coming here. "Once they come running to me, Charlotte's as good as gone." "Well, since you know Dylan, Zeke, and Arthur are all in love with you, which one are you going to choose once Charlotte's gone?" Hazel's smile widened, amused that anyone thought she'd choose just one. "I'm not choosing! They're three of the most powerful men in Harvessa. Most women would give anything to have just one of them, and I've got all three wrapped around my finger.

He replied. My eyes widened. Holy shit, did he actually just say that?! "You're—" Draven froze. *They were kissing?! I just came out to pee.* "You guys were making out?!" Draven cracked again, anger carrying through his voice, then he added, "Without me?!" Am I still dreaming?! Then, I heard his footsteps getting closer and closer. Till he was standing right next to us. I could feel his dark gaze on my back, and I think that was the first time it was really, really dawning on me that...I had three husbands.