My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner Novels & Stories

He checked his phone screen, thinking if Amelia had replied to his message. She waved her hand, signaling to Seb. Seb strutted to her as he saw her waving her hand. She welcomed Seb with a smile on her face. Seb, knowing there was no space offered to lap one of the twins, Harrison, so he could sit beside them. “Latecomer,” she teased. “I’m sorry I’m late; I was in a meeting with one of our company’s old partners,” he explained. “So bad the movie is about to come to an end; you’ve missed the vital scene of the movie,” she informed, as they were both watching the last scene of Red Rush 2.

“What do you mean?” Aurelia leaned forward, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “Didn’t you hear? His wife died under mysterious circumstances, and he remarried the very next day. Took over G Group like it was his birthright. Everyone knows it wasn’t his to begin with. I wouldn’t put it past him to have orchestrated her death.” Elowen’s fingers tightened imperceptibly around the armrest of her chair, but her face remained a picture of calm. “I’d give anything to take him down,” Aurelia continued, her voice trembling with barely concealed rage. “If his ex-wife were alive, I’d help her in a heartbeat. That devil deserves to lose everything he’s stolen.”

“This should be… memorable.” When the call ended, Julie—now head of PR for Aurelia Luxe—entered the office, iPad in hand. “I just saw the partnership details,” she said cautiously. “It’s his company. You okay?” Anne stood and walked to the window, staring out at the skyline she once knew. “I’m not just here for a project, Jules,” she said softly. “I’m here for closure. And revenge.” Julie lowered her voice. “You sure you’re ready for this? Seeing him again? Seeing them?”

Tears instantly filled her eyes. Because this wasn’t part of any contract. This wasn’t pretend. This wasn’t an arrangement. This wasn’t business. This was real. Then Adrian held up a ring. And for the first time in his life, The great Adrian Cole looked nervous. Really nervous. Then he said the words he should have said long ago. “Amara.” Silence followed. “I accidentally made you my enemy.” A smile appeared through her tears. Then he continued. “And somewhere along the way,” His voice softened.

“Cassandra came here to apologize sincerely. This was an accident caused by panic. You should forgive her.” The sudden harshness in his voice caused the IV tube connected to my hand to shake with my movement. I let out a hollow laugh. I wondered if I was dreaming, or maybe I had hit my head harder than I thought when I fell earlier. Because the man defending the woman who almost killed me… was my husband. I almost died today, and he still believed that woman. It seemed that whenever Cassandra was involved, everything magically became an accident. “Forgive her?” I repeated.

But then they had this accidental night together and even though she was so drunk, she remembered everything and another night together and things keep getting… Yasmin stops as it feels like her head will explode if she continue to think, blaming and trying to justify her feelings for him “Am I really a bad bitch?” she asked throwing her head back on the chair feeling worse Everything feels like it’s wrong all along and she can’t seem to place her thoughts in one place, she should leave here as soon as possible then. “It was foolish of me to come back here” Coming back, she has not only failed at her revenge but fall more in love with him and committed an intentional affair, one she can’t be

“I’m gonna kill him.” “What?” I asked, surprised. I wasn't expecting those words to come out of this stranger’s mouth. “No. You can’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Like I said, he is my husband, and this was just a little misunderstanding. Everything’s gonna be fine. This will soon be a thing of the past. I’m gonna be back with my husband, and we’re going to be happy again.” This time, the man chuckled. “If you’re that sure about your husband… Ryan,” he said his name like it tasted bitter, “then why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off living your happily ever after with him?”

“That’s one way to describe treason and attempted murder.” She blinked, the mask slipping for just a second. “Your father,” she began, trying to recover, “and my husband... they were once allies. Friends.” I snorted, the laugh sharp and dry. “Sure. If friendship includes poisoning and betrayal, then yes, they were the best of pals. Your husband tried to kill my father, and unless I’ve woken up in some alternate dimension, he’s still rotting somewhere in exile, isn’t he?” She went quiet then. Even the air seemed to pause. The scent of rose oil from her perfume was nauseating in the least. I wished I shared Lianna's anger right now. She would have kicked them out.

The message in my face was not subtle — I had known Sam for fourteen years, and she could read everything I was thinking, and right now what I was thinking was not here, not now, not like this. She pressed her lips together. Reeves walked closer, stopping a few feet from my chair. He looked at the split lip, the mark on my cheek that was already darkening into something that was going to be very visible for the next several days. “Ms. Kensington,” he said. “You want to tell me what happened?” I took the napkin from my face. I folded it carefully in my lap. “My husband arrived unexpectedly,” I said. “We had an argument. It got out of hand. It was a misunderstanding.”

"You complained that I was too skinny for you as a reason for you cheating on me, yet you never once said you liked muscular men." She gulps. "You wouldn't have gotten offended?" "Nope," I shrug and smile. This time, it's fake and evil. "I would have hit the gym for you, Sarah. But we are past that, and now, I try to keep myself looking fit and healthy for myself. Though, I suppose my new beautiful wife also reap the benefit." Sarah gape at me when I wink at her, and that fills me with dark satisfaction. This is my revenge and exactly why I married Hannah. The plan is already working out perfectly well.