Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

The world seemed to come alive around her, and she couldn't help but smile at the beauty of it all. Serena made her way back to her bed and plopped down wearily, reaching for the TV remote. She aimlessly flipped channels, trying to find something to distract her from the events of the day. Suddenly, a news anchor's voice caught her attention and she stopped changing channels. The anchor's tone was excited as he announced, "Georgina Sparks, the stunning Victoria's Secret model, was just spotted returning to California and was warmly welcomed at the airport by her billionaire partner and prominent businessman, Rick Archer." A video of the couple kissing at the airport played on the screen. Ser

They leaned in and asked, "Why aren't you two saying anything? Aren't you Noelle's best friends? What's the deal with that guy and Noelle?" Rowena and Teresa looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. Rowena giggled and said, "Did you see that guy just now? Even Winter's husband, Xavier, says his name with so much respect. And you know what? I heard Xavier doesn't even have an uncle. Remember at the last school reunion, everyone was talking about Winter signing with some company? Didn't you hear Winter say that guy was her husband's uncle?"

"You're insane! Can't you see she's hemorrhaging from a miscarriage? If she doesn't get to a hospital, she'll die." Peyton stumbled backward and landed on his rear. His first reaction was not to look at me but to demand harshly, "Did Serena pay you to say that?" This time, even my colleagues who were watching from the sidelines could not stand it anymore. They shouted, "Mr. Shepherd, Serena is your wife! You've been married for ten years. How can you not believe her?" Peyton scoffed. "If Serena's really pregnant, then good riddance to the baby."

Looking at the damaged furniture and items, I felt conflicted. This five-year marriage felt like an absurd dream. Now that I had woken up, all that remained was wreckage and endless disappointment. After the cleaning lady finished and left, I sat in the empty living room and took out all the evidence Owen had given me earlier, organizing it piece by piece. I had everything. Property transfer records, her school withdrawal certificate, hospital birth records, screenshots of her posts, and our chat logs from my fake account. Each piece of evidence documented Vivienne's lies and betrayal.

It was a notification from one of the news outlets. “BREAKING NEWS: Serena Calloway to hold press conference amid public love controversy with ex-husband Killian Blackwood.” I smiled slowly. Exactly as planned.

Voices shouted questions all at once. “Mr. Calloway, is this your new girlfriend?” “Who is she?” “Nate! Over here!” He pulled me closer, tucking me against his side like I belonged there. “Gentlemen, this is Serena Voss. My fiancée.” The word sent a shock through me. Fiancée. God. A reporter shoved a recorder closer. “Fiancée? When did this happen? You’ve never been seen with anyone seriously before.”

She walked to the center of the room and stopped, forcing both men to orient around her. “Say what you came to say,” she told Cassian. “Then leave.” Cassian’s expression shifted, softening into something that might have fooled someone who hadn’t heard him moaning another woman’s name on his wedding day. “Serena. Please. This has gone far enough. The press is destroying both of us. My mother is prepared to smooth everything over if you’ll just end this performance.” “It’s not a performance.” “It is.” Cassian’s voice dropped, urgent. “You married him to punish me. I understand. I deserved your anger. But you don’t love him. You don’t even know him. He’s using you to crawl back into a fight he

Cyrus looked relieved that his brother is ready to let go of his fourth wife who disappeared. On the other hand, Serra found herself sitting alone inside her room in Kyle's home. She didn't even turned on the lights. She was so preoccupied, that she didn't notice that she was sitting in the darkness. She forgot about everything she did in the mall with Hera and Olivia. And about how she got two new friends who are so sweet. All she could remember is seeing her husband. "He was supposed to be in a coma. What is he doing here now? What did he come here for? Is he searching for me? If so, then why didn't his wife recognise me?" she kept thinking to herself feeling panicked.