My Evil Husband Novels & Stories

“I wouldn't choke so quickly if I were you. There's a lot more for you to swallow before you die.” When he stopped coughing, he set down his glass and smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth. “I should have known that there was evil looking when I saw the dark cloud. You Evergreens carry darkness everywhere you go. Just like your husband.” “And you're just like the rest of the other dirty bastards that think that they can come after my husband. It's not news that you stupidly teamed up against him and had Jefferson killed because he wanted nothing to do with your evil scheme. And then you blamed it on my husband.”

Gracie’s POV “You’re a fucking evil!” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. Tavin flinched but held my gaze. “Evil?!” he echoed, his face etched with something between guilt and disbelief. “I’m not evil, Gracie.” I laughed bitterly. “You’re not? Then what would you call someone who kidnapped my husband on our wedding day?” Husband! The way I pronounced that word, sent a shiver through my spine not to talk of others who were with me. I already projected what was going through my mother and brother's mind.

One I recognize all too quickly, and one I don't. I push my anger down and open the door, revealing a very still Valerian sitting on her lap. The same woman I saw that night. She is bouncing Valerian on her lap with probably the fakest smile I have ever seen. On the desk right across them is none other than my very own husband, Evan leaning against the desk with his arms crossed, smiling down at them. The sight of them giving a picture of the perfect family does nothing to faze me. Only fuels the anger bubbling in my veins and I take a step forward.

He was violent, and all I felt was humiliation from his abusive behavior. Sadist. My husband is a sadist. He took pleasure from inflicting pain while penetrating me. I can’t believe it. I fucking can’t believe this is happening to me. All these years, I was blinded by his fake act, by the blinding brightness of his personality. He is not the same person I met. No, he tricked me to believing he is a good guy without flaws. And clearly, he is not. All I wanted was a happy life with a complete family I can love and take care of. What did I do wrong to deserve this?

she shouted, her cheeks blazing in embarrassment while keeping her hand on the end of the towel to keep it from falling out. “You’re my wife. I’m entitled.” “No, I’m not. I’m still not convinced. Let’s go for another second opinion.” “I already did. Ten hospitals gave me the same results. Is it too hard to accept that you’re Devon?” “Yes, of course, Mr. Evil Man!” She picked up the bathrobe on the floor and wore it. “What did you just call me?” he cried standing up. “You’re Mr. Evil Man because you’re one. I don’t remember anything so I’m not her. I will only be Devon Farrows if I have her memories. So, given my lack of proper mental recall, tell me things about you and myself.”

Charlene said ridiculously. “I bet he remembered something, I can't assure you he remembered all, but maybe little. Even if anything happens between you two, he can't blame you. Moreover both of you are a couple so when something like that happens it's normal, even if both of you ain't in love. And rape? That's really ludicrous. Why would your husband rape you?” “But he seduced me.” She snapped.

As if on cue, Zoey's mind had a series of flashbacks dating to the first time they had met. She thought back then, it was just her hallucinations or delusions. Or, she was just being judgemental. But, she can fucking sense it. The man she had married has the dark aura of a devilish man, a nogoodnik, an evildoer, a villain like those from every motion picture film. In other words, her husband shredded someone's life like it was just his playtime. "You've killed people?" Zoey almost choked on her question, a sob was forming on her throat once again.

"This is crazy. I had always warned you about the devil you call a husband." "Don't call him that." I defended myself even though he had inflicted so many bruises on me, he was still my husband and I foolishly believed he loved me. "A husband who beats you every time he gets an opportunity?" Eva mocked. "Stop trying to make accusation and help me out of this…he's going to kill me." I managed to alter some voiced words as I tried to hold back the tears that came. "You have to call 91…" "No…" I had stopped her before she finished whatever was on her mind." I can't do that Eva;He will kill me if he finds out I mentioned this."

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"