Tara Westover Husband Novels & Stories

Jona giggled and said, "Since you're here to clear on issues, may I ask you. How long have you been married to your beautiful wife?" "We are married for five months now," Andrei answered, looking at me with a doting gaze to which I responded with a shy smile. "So, it was just recently," Anton chimed in. "Don't get me wrong, Mr. President, I was just curious that during those times you were seen with your ex - girlfriend, Stella, you were already married to Madam Tara. Do you still have feelings for her?" "I have no feelings for her at all, not even a residue of my past feelings for her. All my love is invested in my wife, Tara," he answered without reservation.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I was New York’s top lawyer. I didn’t lose cases. But the truth no one knew was that I had lost myself many times along the way. I asked him, “What about you? You seem off today.” His smile faded. “My family is fine… except for my daughter Tara.” “She went through something. Something that scarred her. She started fearing men. She has been in therapy for six years.” “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me now.” He looked up, grateful. Later, he invited me to his home for dinner.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as his hand grabbed mine, “funny how all it had to take was my mother’s death and suddenly an epiphany.” I didn’t understand where this was going and I couldn’t bring myself to ask what he meant. “I am your husband Larissa,” he said in a low tone. I nodded, “You are?” but it sounded more like a question than an actual statement. “But lately I haven’t been treating you like one, have I?” he muttered. I could see the slight flicker in his eyes, a pain I couldn’t place. “Zephan…” He shook his head, “I need to do this, I have been keeping it hidden for far too long,” he said.

Just a peaceful place. "Thank you, Tara. My name is James, the husband of Lena," he introduced. This is the first I saw his husband as well. I didn't know that he is good-looking even at his age. He talks calmly and maybe that's the reason why Lena isn't stressed with anything. She looks calm and I won't think of any other reason because I already know why. How I wish to have some kind of relationship with my future husband.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

“Miss West, Mr. Tom Reiner sends his regards." Tom Reiner. I finally realized the truth as I heard that name.The ex-husband of my previous client Sandra Stone, a sadist who had a sick controlling towards his wife and child. It took me quite a bit of work to free them from that cruel hell. He hated me. And I knew that well. The driver showed the gun placed inside his jacket, “Miss West, you're a clever woman. Come with me and we shall end this quietly.” After knowing that they are coming for Akira West, I was not that panicked anymore. My little Samuel was still safe.

"Sorry, you lost your chance when you decided to be with Anthony; I don't share what's mine. And stop calling me Daddy; I'm not your dominant. I already have a wife and kids; the kids on the table were mine." "But who is your wife? Is she your submissive too??" She asks me. "Yes, my wife is also my submissive. It's better if you leave now; I don't want to make my wife uncomfortable seeing you." "No, I don't want to leave. I'm invited in here. I'm eligible to stay." "Whatever, just don't make a scene like that." I leave her and go back to my chair. I don't find my wife though. "Gab, where is Luna?" I ask Gabriel.

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

"Of course I'm serious." "I don't want one night, Lora. I don't want memories. I want you." His eyes finally met mine."I want you to be mine again.” I shook my head, pushing myself up against the headboard. "You do realize I'm married, right?" I lifted my hands, making lazy air quotes. "And that's not how this works, Alex. Seriously, I can't believe this is what you've been trying to tell me all morning." He just nodded, a bitter smile touching his lips. "I knew it. I knew you'd say it's stupid. Me wanting to be with you officially… even when I know you don't fuck your husband… is stupid to you. God, I'm stupid."