Tanya O'rourke Husband Novels & Stories

He would just look at my face. I knew he was gauging my reaction, we might have made up after that argument but I was miffed because I was bothered. Call me insecure or jealous, I didn’t care. He was my husband and no other woman should have his attention. My plan to not hate Tanya flew out of the window when she stepped inside our house with her father. She was wearing a very short leather skirt and a bralette with a denim jacket over it, which was halfway down. Okay it was not a good first impression you wear such outfits in a club not when you meet your business partners. Her father, Arvind Shrivastava, was a man I was already disliking because for the starters he smelled pure alcohol and

Breaking up with Tanya and calling off the wedding break a huge record in Frank's life has most people including the company where he works questions his loyalty to his to be wife. Ryan has always been there for him to help him whenever he needed anything and today is not an exception but the problem is, how can he help him with his junior brother is married to her already? “Ryan what are you saying? Tanya is now married to your brother, the media is talking about it, why did too want your brother's wife?" he bargained. Ryan Griffin's face held no expression than an ‘I don’t care’ face. “I mean it, Frank! I want to drag Tanya with Kenneth"

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

I stood straight, meeting their gazes, as my father pushed himself up from his chair. 'Brotjers, thank you for attending this meeting at such short notice, but I am sure you will all want to know why it has been called.' A murmur went through the room, the rumour mill had been working overtime, it would seem, and I had to bang my gavel to get their attention back on my father. He stood a little straighter as he made the announcement. 'My son, Killian Michael O'Hara, will be marrying our little guest, Tavisha Khushanov, this coming Saturday. '

The long table was laden with food as if they were going to feed ten guests. "Sit down, please. Get used to it, Tanya. This is how I always prepare food for my husband and son. It's like a fiesta every time." Dayana chuckled softly before helping her son sit down. She smiled at me, but her disgust at Thalia and my presence was still noticeable. Her smiles and laughter couldn't hide her true feelings. I can't blame her though. Her husband is playing with fire with me, his ex-wife. Anyone would be angry.

They couldn't even do it right. Their Heading was out of out topic. She added. So.. Mrs MaxGold. How do you feel being a CEO of a huge company and your Husband a Trillionaire? Tasha teased. Husband? She blushed, palming her face. It's a wonderful feeling. She answered. Where's the ring? Tasha asked, looking at her fingers. Don't tell me.... He hasn't proposed yet. She whined. He hasn't. Olive replied, Chuckling.

“Thank you.” “Oh yeah. Thea, I heard that your husband is Lex’s handpicked candidate. He’s an orphan and a retired soldier. Why are you with him? You could definitely do better than him. Why not consider a successful young man who’s wealthy?” As he said that, Hank straightened up. “I know someone. He’s young, already a manager at a big organization with a monthly income of fifty thousand dollars. He has a house and a car. Why don’t you divorce James? My friend would be good for you!”

She clutched her purse to her chest, contemplating whether to go with Callan or just sit still and watch them from where she was. "Happy birthday to the great Arnold Sullivan." Callan let out a sharp smile, extending his palm for a handshake. "Oh, you are here?" Arnold forced a smile, sliding his palm into Callan's. When he didn't see Orla by his side, he chuckled and said. "Alone? See you got tired of your wife already. I told you, didn't I?" Orla appeared behind her husband right after her father's words.

“Do you know if you have a daughter?” “Of course,” Aurora said immediately. “I have a daughter, Elara.” Dr. Henry hesitated slightly. “So… you do not know the man that just left?” Aurora frowned. “No,” she said. “Who is he?” Dr. Henry swallowed. “That’s your husband.” Aurora’s brows pulled together. “But my husband is dead,” she said. Dr. Henry’s eyes widened. “Ma’am,” he said quickly, “your husband is not dead. The man outside is your husband.”

I kept stepping back as Tanya moved closer, her presence suffocating. “What do you want from me?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “For a start,” she said coldly, “stay away from my husband.” My breath hitched. What husband? She wasn’t even married. He didn’t even like her. “What are you talking about—”