Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

she asked as she took her seat, and I started giving her the gist in bits, but I noticed she looked distracted while sizing me up. “What's going on? Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked, sipping the drink I had in front of me. “I don't know, but can you tell me why the wife of Tristan Brooke, one of the leading CEOs in the country, looks this gaunt? I swear, if that man is doing something shady to you, I will kill him…” she was saying, but I interrupted her. “Serena came back!” “Bloody hell!”

1 The charity gala ended early, and all I wanted was to surprise Ethan before he plunged back into his work. Holding the spare key in my trembling hand, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find him hunched over his laptop. Instead, the scene before me shattered my entire world. My husband was on our bed with another woman. Shock pinned me to the doorway. Neither of them noticed me until the woman opened her eyes. Sienna. His secretary—the woman who bore a striking resemblance to his first love. The same woman he had repeatedly accused me of being paranoid about.

"But people like us, we don't stay in places like Miami forever. We get restless. We need more." I heard the back door open behind me. "Everything okay out here?" Serena's voice. Calm. Steady. Vanessa's expression shifted, the smile becoming something more brittle. "Serena. Hi. I was just bringing your husband some company. He seemed lonely." Serena came to stand beside me, close enough that her shoulder touched mine. "He's not lonely. He's with our daughter. That's exactly where he wants to be." Vanessa's eyes moved between us, assessing. "Of course. I didn't mean to imply…"

The brothers' eyes occasionally met, but there was nothing but cold indifference in them, as if they had never known each other. They no longer fought. Instead, each carried their own private despair as they walked through the years. After a while, Huxley rushed up to Caspian and whispered something in his ear. Forrest, at the same time, received a phone call. The information they both received was the same—Serena was married. Over the years, she had worked hard, earning respect and recognition as one of the most esteemed researchers in the werewolf kingdom. And now, she had found her mate—the heir to the werewolf kingdom.

' Serena was laughing as she heard him requesting her for opening the door. "Serena, do you think you can run away from me? Remember, you can't. I will know the truth at any cost. This time I will not let you go. You are my wife, my love, and my everything. Do you hear me? I, Denzel Anderson, your husband who loves you very much. You can't just push me away!!!..." She heard him saying. ** Twenty-four hours passed so quickly than other days. It was evening, tonight rain just loved to rain. Serena was walking down the stairs, rats were playing in her stomach already.

Michael did not play along, however. He smiled at Winona instead. “Dr. Harris, how do you know that it’s my children in there?” “Of course they’re your children. Serena is your fiancée. If she’s not bearing your children, who’s the father then?” Winona asked. “Let me correct you right there. She’s my ex-fiancée. The engagement between me and her is over.” “That might be true, but Serena only has you in her life. Whose children could she have if not yours?”

That was the invite he'd gotten. She was glad she wasn't invited. Glad she'd not have to go and watch Lucian with Seraphina. Everyone was adamant on reminding her of her husband's rumoured girlfriend. Lucian vehemently denied it, but Serena knew he had feeling for Seraphina. At the very least. He cared about her unlike anything. Serena had learned to live with that truth in these three years. Two years now. She wasn't sure she could survive if people reminded her at every turn that her husband doesn't care about her. At all. Doesn't matter they don't know he's her husband or that Serena had no business asking for his love.

I shot up, my heart racing. As my vision cleared, I recognized him. Adrian. My husband. The man in the wheelchair, his presence sending a mix of confusion and unease through me. His dark gaze pierced through me, demanding answers. Had he asked me something? It seemed like he had. "Why are you here?" He repeated. "I’m Serena," The wife you stood up at the altar. I swear I heard him sneer, and his eyes filled with disdain. What was he dissatisfied with now? "Get out," he ordered, his tone icy.

Ivan let me go awkwardly, apologized, and took his leave as well. I was not upset or hurt. On the contrary, I was elated. Jonas must have really lost his head if he forgot about the surveillance cameras in our house. I was not going to turn down perfectly serviceable evidence. Since he refused to part on good terms, I had no choice but to make things ugly. I could not wait for them to come back to me, begging. … Jonas, Celine, and I were trending. Someone leaked a huge secret: The award-winning actor Jonas Yves had been secretly married for eight years. Celine was a home-wrecker, getting in the way of his marriage with a commoner.

“This is my wife, “ Conor wraps a hand around my waist. I want to crawl out of my skin. He’s never done this before, what is this display of affection he is showing right now… The model flashes a pretty smile, which reveals a set of perfect white teeth. “How nice to meet you, “ she outstretches her hand in my direction. Perfect nails. “I am Anastasia. “ I accept her hand and return the smile. “Violet, very nice to meet you. “ “A wife?” Dominic asks and Conor’s hand closes around me, pulling me a bit too tightly. “Yes, Dominic, “ he says, “my wife. “ Then Connor tells him, “I don’t know if you remember her. “ I shift nervously and steal a glance in Domnic’s direction. He shakes his head. “I…