Tanya O'rourke Husband Novels & Stories

A second later, Erick fell again, unconscious. Three days later, the funeral arrangements had ended and the entire country had been shocked by the multiple news stories in which two important families had become involved: Ethan O'Connor divorced his wife to marry his mistress, Vivian Ortega, who was his brother's girlfriend. Henry Ortega had shot Ethan O'Connor and killed him, perhaps to defend his daughter's reputation, the press said. The Ortega family declared bankruptcy, handing over all their assets to the bank. Vivian Ortega becomes the protégé of the O'Connor family, thanks to her pregnancy.

Like I had already told myself there was nothing that would ever make me have a conversation with them again. I didn’t really have the urge to use the restroom, I just needed a minute alone, away from the men who spoke brash words. “You know they have been friends for so long, I think high school,” she said. I smiled at her reflection in the mirror, pretending to be fixing my lipstick. Maybe if she noticed that I wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t bother trying to sell me a story. “How are you coping?” she asked. My brows dipped, “Sorry?” She had that smile again, “With the open marriage, Arnold had suggested we try that a couple of years ago, it was tough at first but now, I guess I am seeing

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?”

I only know he was my cousin from my mother’s side. We might have met a few times when we were younger but that was it. While I did my findings about Alora last night, the disappointment that hit me to find out she was married was something I’ve never felt before. And then finding out she was married to my cousin, and he happened to have been abroad for the three years of his marriage, he was abroad with another woman. I thought she wasn’t aware of it but then I saw a picture of Alora, Gael and the mistress who was pregnant for him at the airport.

She raised her glass for emphasis. It was Tanya's turn to blush. "Ann, really!" she protested. She sipped her wine carefully before she spoke again. "I wasn't celebrating. I'd found out my husband had been having an affair for years. He had a child with the woman." "You are well-shod of the wanker," Sue opined, and the other women raised their glasses in a toast. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." To Bella, Tanya said, "I suppose it all works out the way it's supposed to, doesn't it. Truthfully, I'm rethinking my career as well."

For a long moment, I remained frozen in Damian's hold, Ethan’s words echoing on an agonizing loop in my mind. ‘Boring.’ ‘She doesn't evoke a single feeling in me.’ ‘Don't buy her sketches on my account.’ How had I been so blind? How had I spent three years married to a man who secretly held so much contempt for me? He was a complete stranger compared to the boy who had comforted me online five years ago when my parents divorced—the boy who had listened when my mother fell into deep depression and ended up in the hospital. That boy was gone. In his place stood a cruel, callous man.

After all, Tasha prefers places other than the bedroom. When I saw his triumphant smile, it dawned on me that he had known everything from the start. When I remained silent, Owen considerately took out his own phone and played a recording. "Tasha, between that useless husband of yours and me, who do you love more?" Tasha, already lost in a daze of passion, answered with a voice hoarse from crying, "How could he ever compare to you?" Owen put away his phone and said provokingly, "Dr. Miller, I may have to trouble you often in the future. My wife was very satisfied with your skills."

I said to the phone, trying to juggle holding shopping bags and my handbag all in one hand. “Are you crazy, Harvey? He wants an open marriage! He told you that himself! If it's not because he wants to fool around with that bitch Olivia, why would he want an open marriage? Can't you see how close they are, it's not normal for a married man to be this close to another woman. Did you forget that he asked you to go out in the rain to buy medicine for that woman while you were sick yourself?!”

shut down with it. He still left. Matthew still left. I sat there for hours, empty and starving, until my stomach actually cramped. I ordered takeout—all our old favorites. Forced it down. Then threw it all back up. Everything I gave up for him during those early grind years? Yeah. It all came back to haunt me. Four years dating. Two years married. Most of it spent helping him build the company from the ground up. I schmoozed with investors, toasted with strangers, drank till I puked just to keep him moving forward.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.