My Husband Is A Gary Stu Novels & Stories

Amanda's life came crashing when she caught her husband cheating on her, worse was her family was in full support of her husbands actions and even arranged her step sister to him. Amanda was enraged, she didn't know how to get back at them for their betrayal and to stabilize her mother's company until she met Lucas who was willing to help her with whatever she needed. The only catch was, she has to marry him. Amanda goes all in with her exhusbands rival, but as times goes on feelings start to get attached. Would they stick together after all that has been said and done? Would the secret Lucas has kept so dearly destroy his newly found relationship?

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

When I'm making a delivery, I receive a phone call from the bank all of a sudden. "Ms. Emily Sutton, we found out that your bank card with 7985 as your last four digits has made a withdrawal of five million dollars this morning. Are you in urgent need of money?" I pause in climbing the stairs. "Five million dollars?" The employee says yes before proceeding to repeat my bank card number. The bank card with 7985 as the last four digits is really my bank card. But the thing is, there isn't a single cent stored in that account. I feel my hands starting to tremble slightly. When I'm about to ask the bank employee what's going on, I happen to spot my husband, Marcus Wilde, walking into a real estate office a short distance away.

What can a woman do when her husband lost his memory and was now in love with another woman? Three years ago, I lay in a coma for a year after a car accident. When I woke up, not only didn’t my husband remember me, but he loves another woman, Ashlyn.  But I didn’t give up on us. Two months ago we got drunk, and we slept together for the first time in two years. But the next morning, Jayden was angrier than ever. He was convinced that he was drugged which was just another scheme of mine to win him back… I can’t forget the image of him staring at me with no emotions in his eyes and hands me the Divorce Agreement. Then I find out I was pregnant. The tiny life growing inside me made me stronger. Now it’s been three years and slowly each day got better. I started a little firm as a marketing and financial advisor, putting my education to use. My business partner, Phillip, has been helping me grow the company and we have grown very close. Phillip was so overwhelmed with emotion today since we are signing our biggest deal; his lips are on mine before I can stop him. When I turn around, the man standing at our glass door, glaring in at me and Phillip, is my ex-husband Jayden Brennan himself. Is there jealousy in his eyes? What does he want now?

Elizabeth felt like she was hit with all the bad luck in the world when she found out the guy she had to marry to save the company of the person who raised her was just an “old miser.” It was also why her boyfriend dumped her. Frustrated and out for revenge, she recklessly asked Wulfric, the guy she accidentally bumped into, to take her virginity. Wulfric, the gray-eyed sexy beast gave her an experience she wouldn’t forget especially since she ended up pregnant with twins. Secrets, betrayal... she had no choice but to turn to the father of her babies for help. Only to realize that Wulf was the very man she had been running from. And guess what? Her husband wasn’t some old miser all this time! **** “A-Are you single, Sir?” she asked, her voice trembling. He tilted his head slightly, his lips tightening. “Pop my virginity. I’m giving you my piece of hymen.” "You look fragile. Your eyes are sad.” “M-My boyfriend cheated on me,” Elizabeth stammered, her tears pooling at the corners of her eyes once more. That was when Liz saw death in his ash-gray eyes. *** Wulf stared at the twins. “He is our daddy!” they exclaimed in unison. He stood frozen as the two of them quickly ran over and wrapped their arms around his legs. The little girl beamed up at him, her gums showing in a wide grin. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up. “Daddy, we found you!” @CHANNING SERIES

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

Three years of contract marriage, and Silas has been the picture of icy restraint — buttoning his shirts all the way to the top. Knowing he doesn't love me, I decide to stop lying to myself. But just as I'm about to flee with the divorce papers, I stumble upon a forum called Mischief & Mayhem. The pinned post screams in red letters: "URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've spent three years pretending to be cold and celibate so I won't scare my wife. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back in 30 days without revealing what I am?" In the attached photo, a black heart-tipped tail is shamefully coiled around a suit trouser leg, its tip hooked around a tie. That tie — I bolt upright in bed. That's the limited-edition tie I gave Silas. My iceberg husband is secretly a lovesick male incubus?

Amara Austin, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, had it all—a loving husband, a close best friend, and a promising future. But her perfect life is shattered when her best friend, Lena, pushes her down the stairs at her own baby shower, causing Amara to lose her child. What’s worse, Lena has been sleeping with Amara’s husband, Darius, behind her back for years. Surviving the fall but left with a broken body and soul, Amara pretends to have amnesia to protect herself from the dangerous truth. As she slowly recovers, she uncovers horrifying secrets—her lost child wasn’t even Darius’s. It was Alex, the adopted son of the Blackwood family, who was unknowingly drawn into the chaos that tore her life apart. While Amara plots her revenge, Lena continues to manipulate everyone around her, using her affair with Darius and her knowledge of Alex’s past to maintain control. Amara must stay one step ahead, biding her time until she can expose Lina’s deceit and take back what’s hers. But Alex, torn between loyalty to his family and his growing feelings for Amara, soon discovers that the web of lies around him runs much deeper than he thought. The truth about his parents’ mysterious disappearance, and Lina’s involvement in it, forces him to confront painful truths about his past and his future. Survived Betrayal,Made my husband Crawl is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and revenge. As Amara seeks justice for the heart-wrenching betrayal of her best friend and husband, she must decide if exposing the truth will set her free or destroy everything she has left. Will she reclaim her life, or will the lies forever bind her to the past?

"You want revenge? I can help you with that, but you have to marry me." Trapped in a nightmare marriage, Selena Brown's world shatters when she discovers her husband’s affair with her best friend for years, who’s now carrying his child. Desperate for answers, she tracks down her best friend’s alleged fiancé, only to find Henry Scott, a ruthless billionaire, who claims he’s never even met her best friend before. Driven by betrayal, Selena and Henry strike a dangerous deal: a marriage of convenience to take down their enemies. But as sparks ignite and secrets unravel, their revenge pact becomes something far more dangerous, an irresistible passion neither of them can deny. When love and vengeance collide, can they trust each other or will betrayal destroy them both? “You can have my husband, Sandra. But don’t worry, I married yours. And unlike you, I don't cheat. I upgrade.”

On our anniversary, my husband, James Marshall, purchased a painting as a gift for me with my secondary credit card. When I got home, I went to my study to retrieve an urgent court document. The door was slightly ajar. Inside, I could hear the flirtatious voice of my assistant, Julie Summers, mingled with my husband’s low murmurs. “James, your wife is just a money-printing machine. What does she know about art? She could never appreciate you like I do.” James sighed. Then, in an indulgent tone, he said, “Claire is too perfect—so perfect it’s suffocating. Not like you, full of life and warmth.” Just then, my mother-in-law, Susan Marshall, called James. He put her on speakerphone. “James, you need to move faster. While Claire still trusts you, turn all her client contacts into yours. That Julie girl seems promising. She’s much easier to control than that iron-fisted career wife of yours.” I gripped the cold doorknob, listening to the pair of shameless lovers in the study and the wretched woman on the phone, and immediately drafted a divorce agreement. At the same time, I forwarded asset-protection filings for all my holdings to my legal team. “I’ll see you all in court, parasites.”