Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “But when did you get married? I’ve known you for years, and you never mentioned it.” Caught off guard, Serena nearly choked on her water. After composing herself, she replied, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep it from you. I got married five years ago.” Kevin waved off her apology. “It’s your personal business—you don’t owe anyone an explanation. But in all these years, I’ve never seen your husband pick you up from work. Even today, when you were seriously ill, he didn’t show up. If Mr. Vanderbilt hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have known you were married.”

Who would dare to compare a woman to those pornhub stars? "Asshole." She slapped the biceps of the man, which I believe she called Carlos. She then returned her sight to me with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry. By the way, this is Carlos Fergus, my husband." I finally smiled, hearing that they were married. I find their relationship is as healthy as the condition of my son, Cloud. He wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist before extending his other hand for a handshake. "Nice meeting you, Serena Walton."

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

, he mumbled. "What did you think?", I frowned. "He's your husband if I'm not wrong", he said. "Yeah. You're right. He's my husband and that's the reason I don't want him to work there. Cancel it and don't tell him the reason. Am I clear?", I said. "Yeah. Sure, Mrs Zoya", he stammered. "Thanks", I said and cut the call immediately. I didn't wait another moment and called Mr Sahani. He arrived in a while in my cabin.

Instead, he said five words that shattered everything she thought she knew. "Daniel Hart isn't your husband." The call disconnected. And for the first time since this nightmare began, Emma realized the truth might be far worse than betrayal. Because if Daniel wasn't really her husband... Then who had she been married to for the last seven years?

That word—'pregnant'—burned through me like fire all over again. Staring at him, my eyes were full of hate. I snapped, "What's it got to do with YOU?" He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me hard. "You're my WIFE! And you went behind my back—had a baby with my UNCLE? What was I to you?" I just stared, stunned. Thought I couldn't feel worse, thought I was already shattered. But somehow, Matthew always found a new way to crush me.

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

he said, closing the door behind him with one foot, as his eyes were focused on me, his eyes searching, while his expression was closed off, neutral. "He looked worried about something, rushing without paying attention to where he was going. In a hurry." I scoffed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. No matter how many times I tell myself that I am not bothered by his behaviour, the ache in my heart tells me a different story. "That's my soon-to-be ex-husband, actually. Running off to check on his mistress after calling his attention-seeking wife manipulative." Rivera set the bag on the rolling table and turned to face me fully, his dark eyes sharp and assessing as he commanded. "Explain."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.