Sofia Carson Husband Novels & Stories

When he left the office, I heard Jonathan frantically ask Commander Robinson about what I had said. Commander Robinson told him the truth. Jonathan looked at the candies on the table. The packaging was so striking it seemed to burn his eyes. He felt his heart ache. He grabbed the candies and crushed them underfoot. He chased after me and shouted, “Nancy, is it true that you’re married? How long has it been since we divorced? How did you remarry so soon?” His chest heaved violently. He looked deeply in grief. “You said I’m heartless. But who’s really the heartless one here? You didn’t even give me a chance and went straight to marry someone else!

He leaned closer and lowered his voice in a threatening whisper, “Don’t think that being Georgia’s husband means anything. You’re nothing but a kept man living off the Snow family. I’ve seen plenty of guys like you who do nothing but spend a woman’s money. “I’m warning you. Don’t ever spend Georgia’s money. If you know what’s good for you, take a breakup payout and get lost. If not, once Georgia is pregnant with my child, you won’t get a single thing!” I almost spat out my coffee. “Living off the Snow family and spending Georgia’s money, huh?” Over the years, I kept a low profile and handled my family’s capital operations behind the scenes. This idiot actually thought I was some kept man all

The Stewarts never mess with Twilight City's drama, but now…" Even the bigwigs in the villa could not resist the juicy gossip, murmuring in hushed tones. "Have you heard? The Johnsons' oldest son died, and the second one lost his marbles." "Lost his marbles? How?" "Word on the street is the second son's head over heels for his sister-in-law. He wants to ditch his wife to marry her, and get this—he's claiming he's been body-snatched by his brother." "No way! That's insane!"

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

Watching them console him felt absurd and it was ironic. As I quietly watched his outburst ended, I said in a soft voice, “Let’s get a divorce once I’m discharged.” He stared at me for a long time without saying anything. “This marriage has to end.” Then, he suddenly dropped to his knees. “I did not know you were pregnant. Please forgive me, all right?”

I wiped my face, shaking my head at the irony of the situation. Was that really Melissa? “Dad, what took you so long?” Caleb whined when I got inside the car. “Did you sneak away to see Mum secretly?” Mum? What Mum? That girl, although she shared a deep resemblance with her, would never be Melissa. My wife died in a car accident two years ago. I'd been there, watching, helpless, and hopeful she would survive. No amount of money spent could save her. She was gone moments before the paramedics arrived.

she whispered. "It seems like it," Jacob murmured back, his face tense. Inside, Sofia's voice cracked with anger. "That's enough, Carson. Jacob already explained everything to me. But you...what are you doing? Getting close to Lily just to get back at Jacob? You thought he hurt you by taking away your girlfriend, so now you're trying to use her?" Carson's face tightened. "What are you even saying?" Sofia's chest heaved as she shouted, "You don't even know, do you? Lily is married. She's David Hardison's wife!"

"No" Bruce refused to believe that Aria, his Aria is already someone's wife. He refused to believe the possibility. He has been searching for her for years now, but to no avail. After so many years, he refused to accept that she turned out to be Asher Morrison's wife.

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”

He was glad to survive for four days straight. “Well, you’re married to a mafia, so bear with it.” she chuckled while she does some stretching. “Can I just be a normal husband and do office words or maybe cook for you?” he whined as he asked but something suddenly flew his way that almost hit his forehead. Good thing, his reflexes were totally expanded which Verosha smirked at. “Nope, my husband should be promising and remarkable that never failed to fascinate me…” Verosha trailed off and grinned slyly at her husband who was glaring at what she just did. It almost hit him as if her reflexes were not good.