Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

she said. “Sorry to hear that. I never knew you also experienced failure in marriage.” “Maybe it was fate. Okay, I have to go now. Bye.” Mia hugged me again, then left the room after waving goodbye to me. And I hurriedly left too. ** Chris Walker According to the information, Lisa, Hugo, and Greg were planning a vacation to a newly opened hot spring resort at the foot of Riverford Mountain. I also learned from Sarah Parker that her husband, Greg Parker, had recovered. The last time I heard, Greg had been hospitalized because of a sudden heart attack.

"I thought you said you’d never be tied down. And yet, here you are... with this." Adrian’s grip on my waist tightened. "Serena. I believe you’ve met my wife, Amara." Serena—the ex-fiancée. The woman who was supposed to be in my place. She turned her icy blue eyes on me, her smile not reaching her face. "Wife," she tasted the word like it was bitter. "How charming. Tell me, Amara, does the contract have a clause for what happens when he gets bored of the 'designer' aesthetic? Because Adrian has a very short attention span."

It wasn’t really easy moving in such a tight group, but soon enough, we arrived in a grand hall, well, not in, cause we weren’t practically in yet, but I could clearly see how big the hall was from the back entrance where we stood, it had lesser people than I’d thought it would, but all that didn’t matter, I just wanted to get this all over with. “And tonight, I announced my bride, Serena!” “It’s your turn now,” Simone who had maintained her place beside me all through whispered and the crowd dispersed, leaving way for everyone and anyone to see me now. I started with taking a step and was about to take the second one when I heard a voice so familiar call my name, “SERENA? YOU’VE GOT TO BE F

Like the thoroughness of people who understood exactly what they were hiding and had paid enough to hide it completely. Damien was Serena’s husband, Adrian, younger brother. I had heard Serena mention him maybe a dozen times across the years of her marriage, and each time in the same brief way. Once near the end, when she was already exhausted. “I don't know why but he makes me feel uneasy sometimes.” Those were Serena’s exact words to me one day. I had pushed it away the way I pushed things Serena said about the Laurent family, as the observations of a woman too loyal to her husband to let herself think clearly about the people surrounding him.

I scoffed, before flashing the screen in his face, "look at that, it's a text from Dawson, my boyfriend." He stared at the screen for a bit, reading my text *What's the update? Are you calling it off?* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only."

He feared he was making a mistake that would lead him to lose everything for not being brave enough to fight for his marriage. “I know she must be devastated, but she’ll get through this and go back to being the strong Jimena she always was. Without me, she can flourish and regain the confidence I shattered,” he continued, his voice cracking on the last sentence. “I destroyed her, Kevin. I don’t deserve another chance because I know I’ll just screw it up again. Besides… Well, good or bad, I’m attracted to my secretary. If I truly loved Jimena, this wouldn’t be happening. I didn’t want to accept it; I felt so committed to fulfilling my role as a husband and father that I didn’t want to face t

I had tracked down where Serena was living, what she was doing, whether there was still a chance for something I had let slip away too easily the first time. What I found when I got here was that she was already married. Married to Marcus Wellington of all people. A man who, from everything I could see, had no idea what he had and no interest in finding out. While Serena was trying to hold her marriage together with both hands, her husband was sleeping with her best friend. Her best friend. I remembered sitting with that information and feeling something so bleak and so heavy I didn't know what to do with it. So I did what men do with things they don't know what to do with.

“You indeed have a scent of my pack.” Slowly, his eyes locked with mine. “Where is my wife? Did you kill her?” His voice was hoarse, frightening. “I didn't kill her. S-She's missing.” “You're saying my wife is missing?” “Serena went missing the day before your wedding. Julius Campbell offered me a huge sum to pretend to be your wife.” “I knew something was fishy.” The corner of his mouth curled devilishly. A sweat rolled down my forehead. “Get in the car.” He ordered.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"I'm carrying his child. Of course he's good to me." "Actually… we had a secret wedding two years ago. He said as soon as he resolves things with his ex-wife, he'll legally marry me. My parents were worried at first that I was getting married too young and would be taken advantage of, but luckily, my life now is both exciting and sweet." Two years ago. That was the year Kevin convinced me to quit my job to "focus on being a wife and mother" at home. I gripped the napkin on my lap so tightly my knuckles turned white. My nails dug into my palms, but I felt no pain.