Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

I slid my phone into my pocket and walked out of his office without another word. ********* The house was in chaos. Serena stormed into the living room, with a phone in hand, her high heels clicked furiously against the marble floor. And her perfectly manicured nails trembled as she replayed the video one more time, just to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. It was real, the news was already out. It had been posted. It was Harold, her husband. Being half-naked In bed with another woman, Moaning, laughing, drinking and acting like she didn’t exist.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

______________________ The Husband: Daniel Winters ______________________ The Wife: Jane McKay Daniel who was chilling out in his dark brown leather armchair from across Jane leaned forward and tapped the sheet of paper. “Yes. THIS is THE contract, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to sign it.” He looked her straight in the eye, deadly serious. “As it stands, you owe me one point one million.”

" 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."

Julian Cross-D planner The bio was short and simple: “Creating moments that matter. Married to my best friend. Obsessed with light, love, and good wine.” Serena stared at the words. Married. Of course, he was married. She scrolled through his personal photos, staring at candid shots of him laughing with friends, traveling, and a few images with a pretty, soft-featured woman who must be his wife. They looked happy. Normal. Serena felt a strange twist in her chest — part irritation, part something she refused to name. “Alright, he’s married, I’m sure that’s how he bosses his wife around. What I have with him was business, and it should be nothing short of professional.” She muttered to herself

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

Then, "Was that Seraphine's husband? The chairman. Dominic Ford. The name and the face, it's definitely him, isn't it. Sera's husband." I went still for a half second. I had almost forgotten. My brother had carried a quiet thing for Sera years ago, back when the three of us were still in university and the world was smaller and simpler. Sera had never looked at him twice. When she eventually married, he had moved on and never mentioned it again. I had not realized he still kept tabs on her life closely enough to know her husband's face. "It doesn't matter," I said carefully. "My lab got the funding. That's what's important."