My Second Husband Novel Eudora Novels & Stories

Later that evening, back at the house, Eudora finally emerged from her room looking rumpled and sleepy. "Did I miss anything?" she asked. "Just Margaret being Margaret," I said. "Ugh." She grabbed juice from the fridge. "What did she want?" "To tell me I'm dishonoring your mother's memory by marrying Bronwyn." Eudora rolled her eyes. "She said the same thing to me last night after you guys went to bed. I told her where she could shove her opinions." "Eudora—" "What? She was being awful." She sat at the counter. "Mom would have loved Bronwyn. She would have been thrilled you found someone who makes you happy."

My hands reached out blindly, touching the shoulders and arms of the people around me as I moved, completely unaware of the dark, predatory eyes tracking me through the flashing red lights. Suddenly, a pair of rough, heavy hands gripped my waist from behind. Through the thick, spinning fog in my mind, my heart skipped a beat. The grip felt firm, possessive, and masculine. A tiny, desperate spark buried deep within me, the part of me that still desperately wished to be wanted by my husband, whispered his name. Damian. It had to be him. He had come to find me. He had left the office because he couldn't stand the space between us.

“Edward…..he ….is…my husband….” Adrian and Dr Erik exchanged a glance. “Where is your husband? Did he leave you?” Dr Erik asked. “No…My husband..is …..hurt…he maybe in our home ….in the woods……in Odessa! I don’t know….I am worried!” Adrian frowned! Is Emily delusional? Is she imagining everything? But what about the name Clara? And why did she say Odessa when she is basically from New York? “Where is your house Clara?

Edgar called after her, but she flipped him off. “Gawddammit Heith! Do you know how hard it is to find a legit double C-cup that isn’t saggy?” Edgar slammed the door to his office, tucked his shirt back in and zipped up his pants as he stomped back to his desk around his cousin. “You married a perky C-cup with bubble butt and nice legs, or have you forgotten?” Heith said snarkily. Edgar smirked at him, “You’re just jealous because I got a piece off of both those whores and you didn’t.”

I leaned closer to him, and with my face just beside his, I said, "Let me correct you on that, Edward. You are the failure. And I am nothing like you. Damn, it is such a pity, Edward, you tried so hard and still, you couldn't be a decent husband. You were even shittier as a father. But you know what you are never going to get to even attempt? Being the grandfather to the sons, my wife, Dr. Estera Roberts, gave me." He gasped. I chuckled. "I married her you fool. I was never married to Mary Antoinette. I am not her real husband. It would be pitiful, wouldn't it? If I had truly done so and ended up with your cast-off." I drew back and saw his face blanched. "I even have it on tape, Edward. Yo

Hence, Emma needed to handle the situation first. As Emma walked over, Barbara noticed her approach and moved to a quieter spot to wait for Emma. “Isn’t your husband a big shot? Why is he shopping in places like this?” Barbara sneered as soon as she saw Emma. “Has he gone bankrupt or something?” Emma did not hold back. “Even if my husband went bankrupt, the house he gave me could still sell for millions. That would be enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.” Barbara turned green with envy at the mention of millions. “I really did raise a capable daughter, landing such a wealthy husband. It’s a shame you’re too heartless to care about your mother.”

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

Loving each other more deeply with every passing year. The unseen husband had become the most present, most devoted, most essential partner. The traitor's daughter had become the kingdom's most respected reformer. And together, they changed the world.

Sensing danger, Riya instinctively concealed herself from his line of sight, quietly listening to the conversation taking place among the men in the study room. As the voices reached her ears, Riya's world shattered into countless fragments. The very foundation upon which she had built her trust was now crumbling before her. In that room, she heard her husband and father-in-law speak words that had been hidden from her for far too long, words that no one had ever bothered to share with her. The realization hit her like a wrecking ball—her husband had loved another woman before marrying her.

"Iris, your deadbeat husband didn't suspect anything, did he? I poured half a bottle of extra-strong itching powder into the air vents. It didn't drive him insane, did it?" Iris dotingly booped his nose. Her tone dripped with contempt for me when she sneered, "He's an idiot; he hasn't got a clue. He really thought I'd gotten my hands on something almost brand new and was crouching there, cleaning it bit by bit, putting up with the pain in his back." "Serves him right!" Tristan snorted. "It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!"