Tanya O'rourke Husband Novels & Stories

" Tanya was undoubtedly the one most devastated by this news. She launched into a furious tirade, completely losing all rationality. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and her body wouldn't stop shaking. All of a sudden, Otto marched up to Tanya, and before Roxy could even react, he coldly slapped Tanya across the face. "How dare you insult Ms. Moore's husband like that? This is your wife, Mr. Sloan? I guess you're not a very good judge of character. Kindly keep this madwoman in check!" No trace of Otto's earlier courtesy remained on his face. Although he was merely a long-serving member of the Moore family's household staff, he had worked for them for decades now. As a result, he enjoyed a pretty h

"What do you mean? Do you think I don't know my wife as well as I know Serena?" Tanya shrugged, silent for a moment. Her eyes shifted to the cigarette in my hand. As I recall, Tanya used to smoke. Since getting married and trying to conceive, she's quit. "Miron, how do you think Irina would react if she found out she was actually the daughter of a Mafia advisor?" The wind suddenly became noisy in my ears. No one knew that fact except Igor and I. The fact that Tanya suddenly found out made my heart race. I felt betrayed, or perhaps Tanya had known all along before me.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

The couple looked absolutely happy and adorable together. The ceremony was graced by the presence of Ms. Owen's ex-parents-in-law and none other than the renowned superstar, Mr. Ryan Jenkins, along with his fiancee. Now, for those of you who are unaware, Ms. Sara Owen is the ex-wife of the director of the Dixon Group, Mr. Yohan Dixon. Their divorce was finalized approximately fifty days ago, and rumours suggest that the reason behind the split was Mr. Dixon's alleged affair with the famous model, Ms. Leslie Winkle.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Gloria exploded, her free hand balling into a fist. "Hm? And how exactly would you prove it otherwise?" Victor countered smoothly. "Maybe everything the affairs, the betrayals is all inside your delusional head the whole time, GloriaMaybe I was just a loyal, devoted husband saddled with a whore wife who fucked so many people behind my back. Who knows what the real truth is? Not your mother, apparently." He taunted her even more, clearly finding this verbal sparring far more entertaining than he had anticipated, his laughter bubbling up again. "Besides, what I said is true, right? I asked you repeatedly to go on marriage counseling, begged you to save our family, but you refused every time."

* 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." He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie with one hand, the corner of his mouth lifting like he found the whole thing amusing. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before he tilted his head and locked eyes with mine, “Red, you are just as interesting as your name, I've gotten out of fifteen marriages, what makes you think I can't get out of this one.”

"Filet mignon, twice baked potatoes, sautéed green beans. But I forgot to get the filet, the potatoes went bad, and the green beans smell like farts." Tara laughed. "You kill me, dad. Burgers?" I sipped my beer. "Burgers." Tara is a schoolteacher. She's married to Rob. I don't know why. Tara is vibrant, funny, daring. Rob is one-dimensional on a good day. But it works and I don't ask. Her twin brother, Tanner lives out in Texas with his spark plug of a wife. I like her, she lights up any room she enters.