Serena Winters Husband Novels & Stories

"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 remembered complimenting him on how cute his kid was. "Mommy!" The toddler's bright voice made my pupils dilate. Cynthia froze too, but the moment she saw who it was, her expression melted. She scooped the four-year-old boy into her arms and kissed his cheek. "What are you guys doing here?" The man just smiled. He looked at me and offered a polite nod. "Hey, I'm Bradley Wilson. We met yesterday, remember?" So this was her ex-husband. "Theo is still young. He needs his mom. I figured moving into the apartment right below yours would make things easier for everyone."

"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.

“Savannah’s familiar to the press. Palatable. She understands discretion. Serena, bless her, was always an anomaly. How can Serena ever understand what Hale is? She will ask questions, Savannah will not.” My father finally looks me in the eye. “Serena was a moment of folly. A break from form. But she was never a fit, James. You know this.” “No, what I know is that she’s my wife.” “And she’s drowning,” Victor says smoothly. “Publicly. The media’s turning. Your mother can’t shield her anymore. And the more Serena struggles, the more unstable you look.” “Shield her? Is that what she calls it? This isn’t about press optics,” I say tightly. “And it’s not up for family negotiation.

A faint trace of his scent—clean and ocean-like—washed over me, and for a brief moment, I found myself lost in it. Then, I turned. Silas stood a few steps away, staring at us with dark, sunken eyes. His hair was disheveled, and his expression was hollow while exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. His gaze locked onto Levi's arm around me. He clenched his jaw so tightly that I could almost hear his teeth grind. "Serena! Who the hell is he?" I frowned and stepped in front of Levi protectively. My expression turned to ice. "Isn't it obvious? He's my husband. You saw the wedding invitation, didn't you?"

The newscaster on the television announced, and clips of my husband sharing a kiss with my ex-best friend was shown and a picture of the two of them posing with Serena’s new diamond ring facing the camera. Dave really did it. He hadn’t been bluffing. He really plans on marrying Serena. I waited for pain to come, for hurt or jealousy to overcome me. But all I felt as I stared at the television was anger, and intense range. “Bet you still cannot believe that the man you carry out joint crimes with has ditched you for someone else.” Zade’s deep voice filled the sitting room and I stiffened, but I refused to turn around. I watched from the side of my eyes as I sauntered into the room and took th