Polo Sandoval Husband Novels & Stories

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

The rest of the Sandoval relatives were moved to tears by this scene, thinking that Hank was such a loving father who held Evie preciously close to his heart. Even Steve was a little taken by surprise. He turned to me and asked, "Mr. Chandler, didn't you tell me on the phone that your wife was an orphan? Who are these two elderly people, then?" I patted him on the shoulder and asked him to be patient. Then, I grabbed the microphone and said, "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Michael Chandler, Evie Sandoval's husband." I waited until everyone's attention was on me before continuing.

A pair of couple who are no longer young walk hand in hand and get into the car together, he is my husband and Natalie, is that woman still together now and happy? "They've been happy for years?" I asked. "Not really, it's just for public consumption." I saw another young man get into their car. "That's Mr. Anthony's first child, El Salvador, we usually call him Young Master El." My eyes stared ahead, I didn't know what to do in this life. "Who old is he? " "23-years old, Madam" "Fine, now take me to my house, Steve." "Sorry, your house—" I guided Steve to find my home address I forgot because the city is very different from 25 years ago, but I was surprised the cafe was still there. Steve d

I couldn’t help but glance at the man—Zech’s so-called uncle, Jerick—as I listened to the three of them talk about business. I also caught him glancing at me, accompanied by a smile I couldn’t quite read... but it didn’t seem to mean well. I was introduced to him—Jerick Sandoval—the man who owns several international shipping lines and online shopping platforms. That’s why I don’t understand... why is his surname Sandoval? What’s the reason?

She eyed him over and strutted off. ~~~~~ "My wife is alive?" Pablo Santos's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his friend. "You're one hundred percent sure?" "Of course, I'm sure." Lorenzo Moreno replied. "She lives with that rich dude now. Er... Rohan Suryavanshi." "Really?" Pablo arched a brow. "I heard she delivered those kids." Enzo muttered. "A boy and a girl." "This is the best news I've heard all year." Pablo grinned. "I've always known I'll become rich one of these days because of Amalia."

I was lounging on the sofa in our villa when I suddenly felt the baby kicking. The sensation was incredible. Trent and I had endured a strained marriage over the past ten years, and I was finally starting to consider surrendering to the inevitable. After all, he did go so far as to have a reverse vasectomy just to keep me with him. I gently placed my hand on my rounded belly and resolved to be a good mother, watching my child grow up strong and healthy. Suddenly, I heard someone screaming outside the villa.

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

He blows out a fucking hot lie and switches the topic so fast. “Why are you here, Sandra?” His voice is calm, but his breathing is not. He breathes heavily, and he does when he’s about to be a cruel person, which I hate to see. Sandra always lets out the hard side of him—the hard side that is annoying and hateful. “Are you saying I can’t come whenever I want to? I came to see my husband.” I don’t deny that my heart didn’t fucking squeeze with those few words. “We aren’t legally married, Sandra. I’m only your son’s father, and since you are only interested in pussies, there’s nothing between us.”

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

"I love her from the bottom of my heart. I'm going to assume you two have met, Lorian. However, you have to remember something. "Not only is Holly my wife, but she's also the adopted daughter of the Sanders family and the woman you genuinely cared about. "Making things difficult for her doesn't make you a real man." With that, Ignacio extinguished his cigarette, picked up his briefcase, and left. As he grasped the conference room door handle, Lorian suddenly spoke softly, "You're a businessman, Ignacio. Let's talk about a deal. What terms would make you divorce Holly?" Ignacio paused. Without turning around, he simply smiled faintly. His hand was still on the door handle.