Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

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.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT The silence was back again, but this time, it was a sharp, dreadful one that filled the room with an uncomfortable tension as we both stood there with the documents scattered in my front. I swallowed hard and dashed closer to him, looking up at him, “Who’s this for? It couldn’t be us, right? "You weren’t actually serious about making her your wife, right?!” My voice was barely a whisper, cracking with hurt and disbelief. As if expecting my outburst, Killian didn’t spare me a glance and simply took another sip of his coffee, not bothering to explain himself or talk this through. “It’s over, Serena. It always has been.”

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.”

There was nothing that she wouldn’t do for that man because he was the only one who was there for her daughter. Ethan looked at her in a strange manner as he walked in to the house with his hands in his pocket. She didn’t like the behavior at all. “Are you by any chance hiding my wife here? Tell her to come out immediately? “His eyes were already red as he talked. Serena was dumbfounded for a moment. She didn’t understand at all what the man was talking about. Ever since the other day when Susan came to talk to her about her dad. She hasn’t seen or talked to her again.

Two hours later, half the room was empty. Just as she exhaled, her phone buzzed. Arya's voice came through, bright and wired. "Serena! I just woke up overseas and saw your message—so pumped you're joining! I'll be back in a week, then it's Seavora time. But... didn't you say you were getting married? Your boyfriend cool with you leaving?" Serena paused. After six years with Vincent, barely anyone even knew they were a thing. He hated attention.

"You're in a hospital ward. Cassian, are you feeling better?" Serena's beautiful eyes were filled with concern. Warmth flooded Cassian's heart right away. He smiled and said, "I'm fine now. Why are you here, Serena?" Serena replied, "You didn't come to my place, so I called your number. Your second wife was the one who answered it. She told me that you fainted." "My second wife?" Cassian didn't register the meaning behind that term. "Vera, of course!" Serena said smilingly. "I'm the first wife, and she's the second wife."

Even after the divorce, Serena still never gave Hugo a chance. Later after that, the next time I heard Hugo's name was on the evening news. Hugo stabbed Serena with a knife before being caught and subdued by the police, arresting him. In the end, he was sentenced to ten years in prison for intentional assault. A year later, I married a woman introduced to me by a colleague. Our married life wasn't particularly passionate, but we were happy together. One evening during dinner, I received a phone call. There was no sound from the other end of the line.