Skye P. Marshall Husband Novels & Stories

The first thing she did was scream and squeal directly into my ear. "Tamara Baldwin! What's happened between you and Justin? Is the world going crazy? Am I going crazy?" I held the phone away from my ear and asked lazily, "What's the matter?" "What do you mean by that! Don't you follow the news?" Melanie squealed incredulously. "Photos of Justin and that side bitch of his made headlines! "He brought her to some event last night in public! He also told all of the media there that that bitch was his one and only wife and that they were getting married soon!

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."

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'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?

“Skay’s ex-husband is dead. I’m just a friend who came to town to visit her.” That piece of information hit me like a wrecking ball. My gaze drifted somewhere far off as I turned over the words I’d just heard, realizing I knew absolutely nothing about the woman I was about to marry. “Do you know her daughter?” He furrowed his brow at my question. “Skay told me she has a daughter...” “I’m sorry, sir.” He cut me off with unusual speed. “But I’m not going to discuss Skay’s personal life. If you want to know something about her, ask her directly. After all, the two of you are getting married, aren’t you?”

It seems however we disapproved we were not going to get through them, so I thought of a safe and easy compromise. “Can we keep it lowkey?” I see both Melisa and Clayton freeze at my suggestion, Melisa was not one to curb her extravagant, Cyan had told me that at least. “I really don’t want to attract too much attention to our marriage, given it will also be too quick for Clayton to move on from Hailee.” “But I never went public with my relationship with Hailee.” Clayton reason, trying his best to not curse at me, I know that because his eyes refuse to meet mine.

They married in secret two years ago in an intimate ceremony abroad, followed by a quiet honeymoon in London. On paper, Franklin was still bound to Thalia. He delayed, stalled, and avoided the final legal steps for far too long. Now, with Yulia carrying his child, he no longer cared about appearances. The private vows they had spoken were enough for him. The rest of the world could catch up. “Morning, Frank.” Yulia pressed a soft kiss to his bare chest. “Did you sleep well?” Their fingers found each other without thought. His free hand drifted lower, resting on the gentle curve of her stomach. Not large yet, but unmistakable. The knowledge still settled something deep in his chest. She was g

Then I made my way quietly to the back of the mansion—where no one could see me. I exhaled sharply, the weight of secrecy pressing against my chest. Of course, he saw that moment earlier. I should’ve known he’d come. “Astraea.” The deep voice made me look up. From one of the tree branches, a familiar figure jumped down and landed gracefully beside me. Skyler. “I thought you wouldn’t be here,” I said, lowering my voice. He crossed his arms. “I had something to confirm. And now I understand everything. You and that Mike guy… you’re married?”

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.