Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

He then coldly said, "I’m your husband. Why can’t I tell you how to dress?!" "Am I hearing this right?!" Serena showed no care, "Now you remember you're my husband?! When you were rolling in bed with Poppy, why didn't you remember you were my husband?! When you brought up divorce, why didn’t you remember you were my husband?!" "You!" Clint’s anger flared, his brow furrowing. Poppy saw this and quickly interjected, crying out, "Clint, if you hadn’t come, Serena was going to kill me!"

"Don't think I don't know the truth—Peyton's family has destroyed your ability to have children. That's the only reason why Juni crossed your mind now!" Christian's face twisted in shock. He had not expected me to know about his infertility. It was not difficult to find out. I was still Christian's emergency contact information at the hospital. Since they did not know about our divorce, they called to inform me about his condition. Now, Juni was Christian's only remaining bloodline. Even though she was a girl, he was desperate to claim her. "This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?"

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.

Nobody was talking about how Serena was responsible for abducting her daughter who was still missing even to this minute. Nobody cared anymore that the child Serena was carrying was the product of her husband’s infidelity. How did any of that become normal to them? Things hadn’t gotten any better between her and Kane either. He was now aloof towards her as if she was just another maid in the house. They barely spoke to each other anymore. “Hi there, sister-wife!” Serena bellowed from the TV room as Emilia passed. “Why are you patrolling the hallways like a ghost?”

Ryland muttered and the gasps that left her lips were enough to put a smirk on his face. "But before you tear the place down," Ryland continued, losing the grip of his tie. "You're in luck, it is not for me," he continued and Serena's face twisted into confusion. "What do you mean?" She asked in a skeptical tone. "You forgot she's married? Turns out she got pregnant for her husband," Rlyand said in a husky tone. "But her husband is Rodrigo," Serena said, her eyes distant. Ryland glanced at Caleb then her. "Yes he is. What's the issue? You sound sad," he asked, studying her face.

Although Snow was embarrassed, she still did not want to let go of Kiran, afraid for his safety. Kiran looked at Serena calmly and said, “It’s okay for you to see. We’re husband and wife, isn’t that normal?” Snow’s face reddened. Did that jerk have no shame at all? Hehe… Serena chuckled and removed the hands from her face, saying, “Kiran is such a macho man!” “My wife should be the one saying that.” Kiran hugged Snow and said, “You came just in time. I was just about to look for you.”

“We’re going home. Now.” Hunter turned slowly, his breath heavy. “I’m not going home.” Serena lifted her chin. “So you’re choosing to stay here? With a woman you don’t even really know?” “I know who she is,” Hunter replied shortly. “And I’d rather live in this confusion… than in a lie with you.” Serena stepped inside, now only a few feet from her husband. “You talk like I’m your enemy. I’m your wife, Hunter! The wife who stood by your side for five years, supported you, defended you in front of everyone—even when you were cold and never touched me!”

She ducked her head and leaned close to Wilson, whispering in his ear, "Should I not have come tonight?" "What do you mean?" Wilson asked. "The atmosphere feels off," Serena said. She remembered Wilson telling her about Jacob and David's strained relationship and added slowly, "You don't think a fight would break out, do you?" Wilson gave her a placating look. "Relax. These old geezers wouldn't think about hurting you while your husband's here." "Alright…" He'd referred to himself as her husband, for heaven's sake, and it seemed to come naturally to him too. She hadn't even agreed to marry him!

the man insisted, as if there was something I should know, something my wife could possibly be hiding from me. "He's my ex, a stalker, a psychopath who is drunk at the moment, who also almost slit my throat," Serena explained. My wife was outstandingly attractive, and men ogled at her. It was understandable. She was once his, but it gave him no right over her. "That's all I need to know," I simply said.

“According to him. So we’re doing a winter wedding, mid-January.” Everybody squealed, and when I ducked my head, I realized Sera had gained an amazing tan. “But enough about me.” I squeezed Sera’s hand. “You’re the one who’s been missing. Tell us everything.” Killian appeared behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe not everything.”