The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

"You're pregnant? Wait…are you actually scavenging through trash with my child? Oh, my god! How skinny she is! What kind of mom are you, anyway? He rattled on and on in front of me, but it took a solid moment for the reality to sink in. It was Killian, my ex-husband, the man I had divorced five years ago. He kept harping on, "Why is she so scrawny? Sierra, how could you be such a failure of a mother?" I just brushed him off, yet he wouldn’t stop gabbing, "Why are you even here? Are you just putting on a pathetic show because you knew I was coming to inspect the area?" Clutching my little daughter tightly, I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on him. The gorgeously dressed woman in desig

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.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

That is the only person she has to convince; the others have the right to think whatever they want to think. “My husband isn't jobless. He is an investor, who has shares in many reputable companies, which I won't talk about. If you are still curious, ask him yourself. I have to rest now,” she replied and stood up to leave but halted upon hearing Atlas's question. “Are you happy now that Aziel is in prison? Are you married to Alden to ruin this family? You ruin your husband's life, now your brother-in-law's life. Who is next? Me? Uncle? Or grandma?”

Then I turned to face Hollis, determined to secure at least a blow or two, just to let him know that I’ve not been playing with Maxine all the while. How stupid I was to think I stood a chance at securing a single blow at a man like Hollis. I made the first attack and in an instant, my back hit the mat with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. Stunned, I blinked at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath and bearing. I overheard Castello pleading that he take my place and receive the beating instead. But this man that is my husband refused. Hollis's face came into view as I stared at the ceiling. He stretched out a hand to help me up, but that rebellious spirit in me reared its head,

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

“I didn’t care? Really, Caspian? You're such a hypocrite. Am I the one who married my son’s ex barely a month after they broke up? You want to talk about betrayal? You're a bad father. You're a terrible brother, too. I told you I liked Gladys, and the next thing I knew, she was your friend. And then, just like that, you were in a relationship with her. You stole her from me. Now, I have to sit here and listen to you whine about your heartbreak? You’re unbelievable. I hope Desiree breaks your heart. I hope she leaves you, just like Gladys did.” That’s it. I can't take this anymore. No one talks to my husband like that—no one except me. I don’t wait for Caspian to react. I turn to Chef Douglas

George stood up and spoke furiously. “That is not acceptable, sir! Do you want him dead because of an ordinary partnership?” Wendy spoke up looking shocked. “Ordinary partnership?” One of the family members mumbled. “Why are you defending Hilton? He got married to you for his inheritance; you are just a puzzle that will be tossed out when the game is complete.” Betty spilled. “What do you mean by tossed out?” Wendy queried. “I see you are still in the dark. Ask your disfigured husband for more explanation.” Betty said proudly.

Kastor just focused on raising his son and helping him overcome the trauma caused by his own mother. I had no idea what my husband went through. There were no signs, and whenever we were together, he was always cheerful. We always got along. We’ve never had any massive fights, because we make sure to understand each other. Thinking about it now, my husband deserves better. I don’t know what will happen when he comes back, but I hope he forgives me and his father, too. I was in the kitchen baking chocolate chip cookies when my phone rang loudly. I picked it up and answered after seeing Diana’s name on the screen. There was baby babble on the other line, and then I heard her sweet voice.