Olivia Cooke Husband Novels & Stories

I never broke eye contact nor allowed my voice to waver. Olivia’s jaw clenched; her eyes continued to dart back and forth as though she were struggling to find a passable answer. “It’s like what I told you before; I lost my mate during the battle against the rogues,” she said weakly. My stomach knotted up. Damn it. I was really hoping that Olivia would have been truthful with me. Because now it meant that I was going to have to place her in a very awkward position. “Is that so?” She nodded. “Olivia, I spoke with the king. He told me that your husband passed away three years ago.”

“What’s going on? He asked me while offering me a bottle of water so I could stop coughing. I sipped the water and dropped the bottle on the table. I still can’t believe he almost killed me. “Olivia has started her madness.” He looked confused when he heard what I said. “What are you talking about? She doesn’t even live here, and she’s married to my brother-in-law now. Although I can’t believe she would stoop so low to do such a thing, but what should I expect from a desperate woman like her?" For a moment I was shocked because he was not very much in support of my marriage to his son; now I know that the little support he showed Olivia was not real.

When she saw Olivia, she waved excitedly. “There you are!” Mia grinned, pulling Olivia into a quick hug before they both sat down. “I was beginning to think your intimidating husband wouldn’t let you out of the house.” Olivia laughed, taking off her coat and draping it over the seat. “He almost didn’t.” Mia rolled her eyes. “Typical. Does he follow you to the bathroom too?” Olivia smirked. “Not yet, but I wouldn’t put it past him.” Mia snorted, then leaned forward. “Jokes aside, how’s married life treating you?”

Olivia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I chimed in, my voice sweet and innocent. "Ethan, let her speak. Nothing she says can destroy our relationship." Olivia's laughter turned mocking, and I reveled in the drama unfolding before me. Ethan's face turned pale, and I knew this was just the beginning. Olivia dropped the bombshell: "Your husband is not your husband, but mine." She pointed at herself, and I pretended to be shocked, gasping in surprise. Ethan rushed to my side, desperation etched on his face.

"Our cozy weekend at home." The screen showed Olivia chopping carrots in the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist. Jack slid behind her, wrapping his arms around her, and they giggled like newlyweds. I was struck dumb. Olivia never cooked. In ten years of marriage, she'd claimed the kitchen was foreign territory. We lived on takeout or meals from our housekeeper. Once, when I was sick and craving soup, she'd told me to order delivery, too busy to bother. Yet here she was, cooking for another man. Her face glowed with a tenderness I had never seen. A sharp, bratty voice sliced through my shock. "Dad!"

“I did not arrange the trust transfer. I receive no benefit from it, and Ethan has formally rejected any personal claim. I married Damien because I chose him.” “So you deny working with your former fiancé?” someone called out. “I am not working with Ethan,” I said. “I am married to Damien.” “Ms. Hart, can you respond to claims that Ethan Cole’s abandoned fiancée—” “Olivia Black,” I corrected. The reporter tried again but stumbled over my old name, as if it still belonged to me. Damien stepped forward only then. “My wife’s name is Olivia Black,” he said. “Use it.” No long speech. Just that.

I could not begin to imagine what unspeakable acts he intended to do once he obtained that riding crop. Fear and alarm soon overwhelmed all other considerations. Thus, during the family’s breakfast, I begged Alfred to grant me a divorce with tears streaming down my face. “General Pendleton, I wish to dissolve my marriage with Zachary. We are ill-suited as husband and wife. I beg you to permit it!”

I rolled my eyes and clicked my tongue, "I mean he was okay, textbook hot, blonde, ice blue eyes, the whole package. Whatever.” Olivia’s mouth dropped open and she hit my arm, “Bitch! Does he look like he has a big cock though? Be real with me right now.” I slapped her hand away. I sighed deep and rubbed my temple. “Liv I’m so done with tonight. I just want to forget this whole fucking night. Dawson, Art, the wedding… all of it.” She grinned and waved the waitress over fast. “Say less bestie, we’re getting fucked up tonight.”

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Gold digging wife with the richer cousin.” That was the headlines. It was followed by pictures of Gael and Alora on their wedding day. These pictures were never released before because Gael didn’t want them to be back then. Now there were pictures on the internet confirming that Gael and Alora were married, followed by pictures of Alora with Lorenzo. The post didn’t talk about Alora and Gael being divorced. It made it seemed like she was still married to Gael or maybe in the process of getting divorced, but was actively and shamelessly cheating on him with his richer cousin.