My Husband Was Stolen Twice Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

But there was someone else standing behind them. A man whose face had been carefully torn from the photograph. The older man lowered it slowly. “That’s where this story truly begins.” Damien’s expression darkened. “No.” The older man’s eyes never left Elena. “Your husband didn’t destroy your marriage.” He paused. “He inherited a war.” The sentence lingered in the room like a storm cloud. Elena searched each of their faces, hoping one of them would tell her it was an exaggeration. No one did. “What kind of war?” she whispered.

I would not only lose my settlement, but I would lose full legal custody of Nathaniel to the Sterling estate immediately. I wasn't just a contract wife, I was a prisoner, and the man sleeping in my bed had been building my cage for years.

“Some critics might say that Mr Oakley’s presence beside you today is a tactic to monitor what you say. How do you respond to that?” Myla let out a soft, beautiful laugh, turning to look at her husband. “My husband is here because he loves me and is concerned for my wellbeing too.” She hesitated before continuing. “Clara, the truth is we are currently dealing with a very persistent, highly dangerous stalker. The mistake we made is that we didn’t realize this situation would escalate to the public eye, but it has.” “A stalker?” Clara asked, her interest peaking. “But the news a few weeks ago was that your previous kidnapper was shot dead on the night of your fundraiser.”

My account had been blocked, reported, and locked out in one coordinated sweep, so I could not even log in to defend myself. The whole thing ruined my mood, so I turned the car around and went back home. I had been a stay-at-home wife for the past year. I had originally planned to keep my identity a secret and start an internship at my husband’s company today, but I never expected something like this to happen. My husband, Eugene Gibson, was overseas negotiating a major deal. I didn’t want to bother him. I was also worried this might be some kind of setup by a competitor trying to force him back home.

Lexi noticed it and tried to leave, but I grabbed her. After everyone listened to the recording, they were stunned. I pulled Lexi to the center and spoke clearly, word by word. “Everyone, listen carefully. After my brother passed away, she crossed all boundaries, constantly pursuing my husband and sabotaging our marriage. “I could not take it anymore and wanted a divorce, but my husband refused. She caused my miscarriage. Now she thought I was pregnant again and tried to drug me. She got caught red-handed, yet she denied it. Luckily, I recorded everything!”

I realized there had always been clues toward Seth cheating on me. After we got married, I suffered a miscarriage. My health took a turn for the worse. Not long after that, I resigned from my job. Seth had held me in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear and promising he would take care of me for the rest of my life. He would hug me tightly every morning before he left for work. When he was done for the day, he would queue up for two hours at my favorite bakery just to get me dessert.

" Then, my husband joined them. His face was full of pain as he leaned weakly against Lily's shoulder. "Nevaeh, I never thought you could do something like this. "You cheated on me. Do you even have a conscience?" Then he grabbed the officer's hand tightly. "Officer, you have to stand up for me! "The reason Nevaeh stole the baby is that she can't have children!" My heart skipped. I looked at Wesley, a mocking glint in my eyes. Under the crowd's questioning stares, he hesitated for a moment, then continued. "When we got married, I already knew Nevaeh couldn't get pregnant because of a medical condition."

“He’s lying. He was my husband, and now he has an affair baby with Celine Jones. I’ll swear on every word in court.” There was an uproar. Jonas panicked, explaining in disbelief, “Sorry, everyone. Her condition is acting up again! She developed schizophrenia after we broke up.” He even took out a medical report. It was not a bad plan, accusing me of mental illness so everyone would disregard what I said. He then ordered his bodyguards to gag me and drag me away. That was just what the world was like. Only the strong had the right to speak. He came prepared… but I was not going to lose.

" he explained. I interrupted him before he could spout any more honeyed words. "Stop trying to make excuses. I will not write a letter of indemnity for you. You can rot in jail for all I care!" I was struck by a realization and added, "I almost forgot. Since you used your twin's identity to marry me, you're not my husband. "We're not legally married, so the fact that you poisoned and tried to kill me after I gave birth to Layla won't be overlooked so easily. You'll probably be sentenced to seven or eight years in prison!"