My Second Husband Novel Eudora Novels & Stories

Before I left, I looked back at Zachary and said, "Zachary, give me your answer by 5 p.m. tomorrow." The door shut behind me. The thick carpet in the hallway swallowed the sound of my footsteps. Just then, my phone buzzed. Yara had sent a WhatsApp message. 'You think you've won? Estelle, Zachary can't leave me. I'm the mother of his son, and will be the mother to his second child. Meanwhile, you have nothing!' I stared at the message without replying. I simply switched my phone to silent, stepped into the elevator, and drove to the riverside.

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

A woman's voice, light and breathless, floated from the living room. “Ah-ah. A sound that snagged on my frayed nerves, pulling me forward. My breath caught in my chest, a sudden, icy fist. The living room, usually a tableau of muted wealth, was a disarray of silk cushions and discarded clothing. And there, on the plush velvet sofa, was my husband, Eddie. And a woman. Young. Her legs, long and pale, were wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back, a gasp tearing from her throat. My husband, Eddie Grayson, successful CEO, paragon of Veritas City's elite, my contract husband of three years, was impaling her.

She lazily swirled the deep red liquid around the glass, watching it move. “Did she tell you the kind of evil she's capable of?” she asked, lifting a brow. “You think you know her better than I do?” I hissed. “I know Eudora better than anyone else. Better than any person walking this earth.” My eyes remained locked on hers. “And from where I'm sitting, the fact that your husband divorced her shortly after you conveniently reappeared from wherever the hell you vanished to, only to marry you almost immediately, tells me everything I need to know about both you and Desmond. So consider this a friendly warning to stay away from her.”

she smiled kindly at her then started to talk about her life again. “You see, I married Eduard many years ago and not a day would pass that he made me feel unworthy, he always made sure that I am getting all the love that he promised me years ago when he asked my parents for my hand in marriage. Eduard may not be a perfect man in everyone’s eyes, but to me, he is. He puts me first above everything else and I could see your husband does the same.” her kind words moved Allana as she glanced at her husband who would always look over in their direction and make sure she was fine.

‘In jail, where you would be after I talk to the Andersons about what you did to my family’ She said and I just burst out laughing. ‘My husband is a really close associate to the heiress of this family and when I tell her what happened, you will be done for she’ she said with a proud smile on her face. ‘Impressive’ I said as I clapped my hands together. This was really good, of course her husband did not tell her what happened, how could he? He could not keep his filthy hands to himself and assaulted me. I felt a hint of pity for her though, when she finds out I am the heiress and what her husband did, she would feel so ashamed.

"Wait, seriously? You were married to Deckard Newton for three years. The man buys yachts like most people buy groceries. I just assumed you’d been all over the world. St. Tropez? The Maldives? At least a weekend in London?" I look down at my plate, the silver candlelight reflecting in my wine glass. "No. I never traveled with Deckard. He was always too busy with the firm, or he’d say the logistics were too complicated for me. Now that I actually think about it..." I trail off, the realization hitting me with a dull, familiar ache. "He must have been traveling with Georgia. That’s why he never wanted my company. I was the wife he kept in a display case back in America while he was seeing the

Her curiosity was written all over her face. I swallowed before answering, my thoughts going back—back to the day everything fell apart. The day I learned my ten-year marriage was nothing but a farce. The day I walked into my own home expecting to surprise my darling husband, only to find another woman in charge of my house. Only to be kicked out of my own house. To find out that my husband had another family. To feel myself break, piece by piece. “That was the day I met Marcus,” I said quietly. “And he has never let me down since then. Not ever.”

“In the countryside, like my brothers. A place with a nice yard and a wall with a gate to keep unwanted people away. Somewhere the kids can play outside without wandering too far. A place with enough room for all four of us.” She was already talking about having our second child, but the idea didn’t scare me. I was already going to have one baby on my hands, but quickly, I would have two. I was already becoming a family man, a man who had traded in a life of crime for peace and quiet. She studied my face. “Unless you had something else in mind…” “No. My woman gets what she wants.” “But I also want you to want it.” “And I do.” “And having a second baby? That doesn’t bother you?” She studied m