Skye P. Marshall Husband Novels & Stories

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

“Skye said he is a dangerous man. Julia, ever since the results you have been acting __” I glared at her and she trailed off. “Acting how?’ I licked my lips tamping down my anger at her insinuation that I was crazy. Perhaps marrying a man, I met last week might not be the sanest thing to do. “And Skye should stop throwing accusations without proof.” Skye rolled her eyes. “I told you to stay away from him.” “I am sick, not 2!” I glared at her. “I am getting married to him.’

I reflexively asked, “What?” He kept talking. “Carlos and Michelle, they didn’t get married.” Their marriage didn't have much to do with me. “Oh, He asks about someone.” "About who? asked Mr. Sky.” “Where is your son André Sky?”

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

A black fucking card in my hand! I never thought I’d see one of these, let more of touching it before I died. I get to have this for two years! Oh, I was screaming at the top of my lungs from joy then I ran over to him, without a flicker of thought wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his head. “You are my sweet, sweet husband!! I can even carry three children. Or four. Name it!” “Sir,” Martha walked in with an envelope in her hand whilst I froze with my arms wrapped around Greyson, my lips on his head.

he demanded. I looked up at him. “This is not a joke, Marcus. I got married.” “When?” “Saturday, last weekend,” I answered. “Where?” Marcus pressed. “At a small beach house in Skyview. We had an officiating minister.” Marcus shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t believe you.” I scoffed. “And why would I lie about being married?” He shrugged. “I don’t know, for attention! That’s something you would do!”

Anya was surprised to hear her mother's request, fortunately last night she had taken a picture of the two of them with Arya, there were even some photos of Arya alone and photos of the two of them that had been edited by the man. "Here, Mom." Not only did Mrs. Ani look at the photos, but Mr. Adi also looked at them, because he was curious about the figure of his future son-in-law. "Wow, he's handsome, Anya is really lucky to get a future husband like this, already established, handsome again." Mrs. Ani, who had been grumbling about Anya dating her own lecturer, now said that her daughter was very lucky. "Earlier you were angry with Anya, now you're praising my future son-in-law," said Pak A

"I… I'm just saying that… I don't want her laying a curse on me next." Dew winced, swallowing hard. "You know I have a very long way to go in life, Ryker. I'm yet to marry, I'm yet to birth my own child. I haven't even achieved half of what I want to achieve. So please… I don't need my lungs collapsing because I got a hybrid girl offended." I stared at him, my eyes narrowing into razor slits. "Are you done?" "Yes, sir," Dew said quickly, taking a step back.

Now I was standing in a strange bedroom listening to my brand new contract husband inform me he was on his way to see another woman like I was his personal assistant being briefed on his schedule. "And you're telling me this because?" I asked. "Courtesy." "Right." I tilted my head. "Think about what you just said." He raised an eyebrow. "You walk out of here tonight and someone sees you," I added. "Someone always sees you, that's how Chicago works and you know it. And what they see is Dante Yale — who will soon publicly announce he's acquired a wife — leaving his house at this hour to visit a woman who is not her." I held his gaze. "How long do you think it takes for the question of whether

God, he'd even figured out who I was! "Wilson's wife? That woman is smoking hot—I saw photos of her on his phone! Her skin is flawless, and she has huge mounds. More importantly, those eyes of hers tell me that she's the type who isn't easily satisfied. I bet even the three of us together couldn't quench her thirst, let alone Wilson!"