Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

The next thing Serena knew, she was being half-carried, half-dragged out of the pulsing chaos of the club and into the relatively quiet back alley where their car was idling. Hot, salty tears began streaking down her flushed cheeks, her carefully applied makeup leaving smudged trails of mascara as she sobbed openly against Killian's solid frame. "I c-can't b-believe he would d-do this to me!" she hiccupped between ragged gasps, leaning heavily against him as he bundled her into the backseat of the sleek black car. "My own h-husband, out there galavanting and f-fucking other w-women while I'm stuck here like a damn f-fool!"

Suddenly a warm hand held her fist, and the next thing Serina saw when she lifted her face was Vincaster's dashing visual. "I'm glad. I finally met you in person," says Vincaster, still holding Serina's hand. "I hope you had a happy reunion with my wife. I heard it's almost been a year since she last saw both of you," he added. "We haven't had a formal conversation before the ceremony. So, let me introduce myself. I'm Vincaster. I'm Serina's H-U-S-B-A-N-D," says Vincaster, whereas he emphasizes the word husband while staring at Xavier.

I’m Serena Anson—a pathetic joke of a woman betrayed by her husband yet again. I glance at the passenger seat, where a stack of photos lies scattered: my husband, Taylor Walter, wrapped around another woman, kissing her like she’s the air he breathes. Our marriage began with a drunken one-night stand, and now he repays me by fucking his mistress. Countless nights, I’ve cried myself to sleep. I loved him—still love him—but he’s never seen it. To him, I’m just the villain who ruined his happiness.

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

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.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

All the amusement in his eyes vanished with her breath. “You try to escape, I’ll break your legs. But don’t worry,” he whispered in a low threatening voice before his eyes squinted as he chuckled darkly. “I know you’re a good girl and won’t like your husbands getting all Ted Bundy on you.” Alexei sighed shaking his head. “You’re not my husband.” Rara shook her head denying his words. Killian pouted. The word ‘husband’ curled her stomach in nauseating knots. Her eyes involuntarily moved to Ralph.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Serena scoffed “I have a cloth that your brother sent someone to buy for me on. I do not have my phone. I don’t have the means to get to my family or…” “You mean to your husband” he added. What was his problem? Serena wondered as her anger increased “Well, yes! I don’t even know what I am going to do next or how to get out of here and yet here I am about to watch a patient take a move that will probably kill him and two others. One of which is in a deep coma and the other in a temporary one, if I might add”