Tara Strong Husband Novels & Stories

“Thank you, “ Conor speaks up so that everyone can hear him. He looks drunk, but not too drunk. Max walks towards Dominic but now it’s too late to stop Conor. He is already speaking. “Thank you all for being here, “ Conor says and points at Grandfather Richard, who is sitting in the corner, Violet is next to him. “Especially to my dearest Grandfather. As you all know, Violet and I got married a few years ago. “ Oh, no… I keep chanting when I realize what he is going to do. Violet looks terrified as Conor goes on. “But we are no longer together. “ Conor says and everyone exclaims. “Yes, we are divorced now. I signed the papers recently. “ The murmurs are coming from everywhere. Even the staf

“Okay, that tone… spill.” I twist a scarf in my hands, the words heavy. “Liam and I… we were married.” Saying it out loud feels like dropping stones into water. “That spring before the accident. No one knew. It was impulsive, reckless. We loved each other. Or thought we did. And then the crash happened, and he forgot… everything. Even me.” Tara’s mouth falls open. “Anita. Married? To Liam? And you didn’t tell me?” She pulls me onto a bench, gripping my hand. “How did I miss this?”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

“If I remember right, the open marriage was his idea. He even bragged about drafting a set of rules, one of them being that neither partner should ever know who the other was sleeping with.” Sharon arches a brow, arms folded. “Well, I guess he’s changed his mind.” I snort, though it feels hollow. “And his wife?” Sharon shrugs. “We don’t move in the same circles. There is no way of getting her side of things.” Well, I’ve heard her breath catch, and felt her skin tremble against mine. If anyone could ask, it’s me. But how the hell would I even start that conversation without giving myself away?

"How dare you bring up Preston? Don't claim that there's nothing between the two of you. "I have my bestie to thank. She's a preschool teacher here, and she told me she saw a kid who looked like a carbon copy of Preston! If not for her, I wouldn't have known about this filthy affair!" Tara continued kicking and lashing out at me with a malicious look in her eyes. The onlookers who tried to stop her were held back by the women who came with Tara. Tara looked around and snickered. "My husband is the director of a hospital who works with the Harlan Group. Which one of you dares to stop me?"

Tara didn’t show up at school the next Monday. It wasn’t a surprise. When I asked Cara, she confirmed what I had already suspected. “She spent the whole night with Darius,” said with a knowing smile on her lips. “and came back just when Mom and Dad were finishing breakfast.” I laughed and said“How did they take it?” Cara shrugged. “They weren’t thrilled, but they didn't try to stop her either. After all, they got married a week after their mate bond kicked in. It’s kind of a family tradition at this point.” She laughed even more.

And from there, he took her to shop for Junxie's engagement. She was going to accompany him there and he always wanted any woman around him to look good. As they return to Lanre's penthouse, he asked her on the way "What about your husband and baby? Is everything ok with your marriage?" He asked, glancing at her briefly and concentrating on the steering. He knew everything cannot be fine for Tara to return to the city and feel free without behaving like a married woman. Tara's eyes became moist. Recalling her unpleasant marriage makes her feel sad and despondent. She sniffled and looked away through the window.

And I know he was thinking of saving her, regardless that I told him to just get out of there before it was too late, before he was too far gone. “Damn it,” I shouted, chucking my phone at the wall and watching it shatter. “Uhum, honey? What’s wrong?” my wife said as she walked in at just the opportune moment to witness my little tantrum. I sighed, “Tara is Jay’s fated mate.” Her eyes widened, “Oh crap.” “Yup, and that’s not even the worst part,” I replied, sitting back down while my wife came behind me to rub my shoulders.

“I always believe you’re a good guy, Mad. You just attract too many bad seeds.” “What do you know?” “If you know Gabe very well, he’s close to his father.” She tipped her chin at her husband. “They share the same interest. Of course, Moses tells my husband, and he tells me.” Tara smiled. “I love that you never keep secrets from one another.” I turned to Tara. “Baby, I already promised you about this.” “And maybe you’ll do it again.” Her smile was meaningful. “Like you said, for my own good.”

“...then invited me to Hales' private dinner. No strings attached.” “I wasn't going to attend anyways,” I walked up to him, snatched the invite off his hand and threw it into the trash can behind the door. Once again I went back on my word. I over-explained, and gave him the upper hand. I couldn't help it. As much as I'm upset about the recent happenings, he's still my husband. “Tara,” he called out calmly but authoritatively. I stopped in my step. “You don't need to work anymore. You're a Bryce.”