Tara Westover Husband Novels & Stories

I let out a ridiculous, exhausted laugh…the kind that sounds like it’s trying to decide between hysteria and relief…and I sank deeper into the chair. “Yes,” I said slowly because apparently dramatic pauses were better in reveals like this. “Yes, that man is Leigh D. West. And yes, he is Detroit West. And also, yes, Ethan is not my biological child.” Sarah didn’t breathe for a full heartbeat. Then she leaned forward like she could scoop answers out of my lap. “How did you not tell us? You’ve been married foe six to seven months now and…” her voice climbed an octave, “...you didn’t mention your husband is, like, the actual West as in ‘Old West’— rich, dangerous, very-on-TV West?”

Not after his childhood. I relaxed backwards and slid down the wall. Stuck between believing the man I had known and trusted for six years or my fated one that had existed in my life for less than a week. Apart from her daughter, Tara was an enigma. Her past. Her desires. Her struggles. All a mystery to me. I had not ordered a search into her private life out of respect, but that would have to change. Ironic chuckles left my throat. My fated one was human and had been in a past relationship with my best friend that resulted in an untrained and unaware pup. Although Kade did not purposely abandon his daughter, that did not change the pain Tara and Abby had endured from his absence.

“Hey Damon thanks for trying to get me out the house but if you don’t mind can we take a rain check I’m not exactly feeling the movie anymore.” “Of course, beautiful I’ll take you home maybe we can get you some food and we can stream something instead.” “Like hell you will, you’re not taking my wife anywhere.” I growl at the bastard trying to take my family from me. “That sounds really nice Damon I’d like that.” Tara says completely ignoring me. “You’re not going anywhere with him Tara; you’re my fucking wife and the last time I checked I haven’t signed any damn divorce papers.” “Funny you mentioned that because I met with a lawyer today and already started the filing process, so you won’t h

West said as he lowered his height so that his lips would be close to my ears. “If you want everyone to be happy, including yourself, stay away from temptations, especially a pair potential; unfaithfulness hits heavy to the sensitive type.” West whispered, and it shocked me he knew something. “How do you know?” I asked as West smirked. “I know a lot of things, Leslie.” West stood upright. “I’m a psychologist.” “That doesn’t guarantee that I’d be unfaithful. I love my husband and I’m very content with my marriage even without a mark. We don’t need pair marks to determine our relationship; we need each other.”

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

She tried to ignore them as much as she could, focusing on her food she had dearly missed for the night. When don stood up from the table, finished with his lunch, everyone did. Tara gasped unexpectedly when Donavan held his hand in hers, guiding her with him as his whole family watched in silence. Their unsurprised look raised questions in Tara's mind. Do they already know about this? Tara wondered as instead of the upper floor of their suite, he carried her to the main door. From someone who watched from outside, a loving husband had adoringly held his wife's hand and took her out of the house as he planned a wonderful vacation for her. And much to Tara's surprise, he actually had.

His smile appeared to be sincere, so I move back to sit next to his kid. The afternoon passed by easily, he did Tara's bath time while I make our dinner then her wardrobe was on me while he plated our meals. The routine we carry over from the weekend, it was simple and perfect. And when Tara falls asleep the intimate moment where we would have done by sitting on the sofa, watching TV felt uncomfortable. "About earlier..." I started. "We should..." he interrupted. "Look, I don't know what's your deal with him," "He's married, I didn't know, I'm not a homewrecker,"

“Because my husband stood in front of so many people and called the man beside me some shameless lowlife seducing another man’s wife.” Adrian’s breath caught. “That was true, wasn’t it? You’re both the same.” Tara’s voice trembled now. “How was I supposed to say it in front of everyone?” she asked softly, pain clear in every word. “How was I supposed to explain it?” Then slowly, Tara turned her head toward Victor. Everyone’s gaze instinctively followed hers. “Because the man who was with me that night…” Tara’s voice cracked quietly, “was my own father-in-law.”

“Complicated how?” He hesitates. “Emily. My secretary. She’s pregnant.” “How did that happen?” Ryan chuckles. “Is that a trick question?” “No. I’m asking how things progressed to that point.” Ryan rubs the back of his neck. “Julie—my wife—and I… we agreed to an open marriage. It was supposed to fix things, you know? She was distant, and I thought… maybe we needed something new. Something different. But the second I brought Emily home, Julie lost her mind. She went ballistic.”

"He was just really stressed and I kept ignoring his texts about the marriage. I pushed him too far I think." Art shook his head slowly. He pressed a bandage over the spot and closed the kit. "I changed my mind," he said looking straight into my eyes. "I'll take your offer, I'll be your husband on paper," he stared right into my soul's before adding, "and the wedding will happen tomorrow."