Skye P. Marshall Husband Novels & Stories

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."

The moment he saw me enter, a faint light stirred in his clouded eyes. I crouched down and grasped his hand firmly. "Dad, I'm here. Let's go home." … The airport entrance was crowded with people. The bustling atmosphere seemed to lift my father's spirits as he sat in his wheelchair. He suddenly took my hand in his, his emotions running high. "Jack… about the birthmark on you… you're actually Wright Group's–" I leaned forward, straining to catch his words. "Jacob Schwarz!" Charlotte's icy voice interrupted our conversation.

Click. “Aaron wake up! AARON!” “What in the hell are you screaming and banging on my door for, Skyla?” “I-I-it’s bad Aaron. M-m-mom and dad.” “What about them? They will be home soon.” “No, they won’t. Aaron, the hospital 2 towns over just called and informed me that there was a bad accident, and Mom and Dad didn’t make it.” “What in the hell are you talking about? Stop f*cking with me Skyla!”

"You still think Skye's just some regular programmer?" Edward's tone was sharp with disbelief. "She's a top-tier hacker I managed to bring back through old connections! Letting her date you back then was me doing you a favor." Julian froze for several seconds, stunned speechless. When he finally found his voice again, it was full of incredulity. "Her?!" "Yes, her!" Edward barked, his patience gone. "Skye was the best match I could've arranged for you, and look what you've done! You went and got another woman pregnant—what a disgrace!"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Xavier responded with a smirk. “Oh my God! Is she wearing your Dolce and Gabbana jacket? I'm really shocked it didn't disintegrate the moment it touched her dried up skin.” Maureen said with a disgusting face. “Shut up Maureen! Don't you dare talk about a family like that! And, stop spreading lies that we're getting married if that news is spread it would not be good for both of us.” Xavier said furiously. Oh why is he so angry at her?

And I'm up here, trying to figure out how to survive what comes next. "You should come back," Noah says eventually. "Face this head-on. Show them you're not running scared." He's right. I know he's right. The old Skye—the one who accepted everything without question—would already be on her way back, ready to apologize for making a scene. But that Skye got her heart broken today. That Skye discovered she's pregnant with a child her husband might not even want, now that he has a ready-made heir. That Skye watched her husband hold her sister and realized she'd been living a lie.

“We wouldn’t want you fainting because we’d be doing a lot of standing and walking. You should stay home, get some rest.” I nodded.”Thank you, mom.” When she left my bedroom, I laid back on the bed. I had thought I could pretend to be a happy couple with Gael until after the election. But it seems I couldn’t wait that long. I didn’t want to be around him anymore. I just wanted nothing to do with him. I didn’t know if it was hate or indifference, but I just knew that this marriage had to end. ******** When the Torres family came back evening, Julieta told me about how some reporters had been asking about Gael’s wife whom he was rarely seen with.

The irritation in his eyes softened for half a second, replaced by something rawer, more exhausted. “Go back to bed, Marissa,” he said, voice quieter now but no less firm. “It’s early.” She didn’t move. “You’re shutting me out again.” Skye exhaled through his nose. He ran a hand through his silver hair, fingers catching in the tangles. “I’m not shutting you out,” he said. “I’m just… thinking.” “About Scarlett.” It wasn’t a question and Skye’s jaw tightened and he remained quiet.