The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

"I promise to be present. To be the father our children deserve, the partner you deserve, the man who chooses family over everything. I will never leave again. I will never be the unseen husband. I will be here, in light, for all our days." Alessia was crying openly now, and Sebastian's own eyes were wet. The Prince turned to her. "Lady Alessia, do you have words for your husband?" Alessia took a shaky breath. "Six years ago, I married a stranger. I barely saw his face. I knew nothing about him except his name. He left at dawn, and I thought he'd abandoned me forever." "But I was wrong. He didn't abandon me—we were both deceived. And the man I've come to know is nothing like the distant, unc

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

"That's bullshit. He was practically begging me to stay with him. How could he do a one-eighty and kick me out?" Henry's eyes widened and I knew I should've calmed down, but I was pissed. Bennett was ending things? Through Henry? I couldn't believe İt. There was no way Bennett could think I would accept this. I pulled out my phone, hitting his contact with trembling fingers. His phone rang once before going to voicemail. I rang it again, and again, and again. Each time it rang once before his message tone would play. "Sebastian, can I have your phone?"

"Can I make use of your laptop mom?" "Sure." She went to get it from the dining room and returned with it. "Here." "Thank you." He took it from her, inserted the flash in her laptop, found the same video and clicked on the video. "Please, I need absolute silence while we watch." He played it. Martina watched in utter shock as her husband and former daughter in law talked about her pregnancy and how Helena was going to pin the baby on Jesse and the final blow was when they kissed.

Billionaire's surrogate stripper Ariel's pov Adrian Cuban. That's the name of my husband. The father of my adorable kids. I can't lose this fight. Eunice made sure I'll be thrown out. I was expecting to get thrown out myself. Who can save me? Nothing I'll say that can exonerate my neck from the sharp teeth of an axe.

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

His words are heavily drenched in his accent. "You'll never get the opportunity to find out," A deep voice booms through the restroom and instantly I sigh with relief. "If you want to survive long enough to at least attempt to hurt me. I suggest you let my wife go or I will put two bullets into the back of your fucking head you Italian scum." My husband's voice is cold, calculating and full of fury. Castello's eyes never leave mine and he sighs, "Pitty, I was hoping to take your wife for a test drive myself. Since I'm about the only man she hasn't spread her legs for." He growls with his breath fanning my face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” “What do you mean?” I whispered back, keeping my eyes on the crowd. “Didn’t you hear what the MC said? They called your wife.” His smile didn’t falter, but his words cut like a blade. “And you think showing up here with your fat, ugly face is something to be proud of? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, Rose?” His voice rose, and I heard some of the people laughing. Even Eva, my own daughter, was laughing at me.

“Thank your husband. He’s the one who acts like the world is ending if you get a scratch.” The word ‘husband’ made me flinch. Jim caught the tension, his eyes darting between us as he packed his kit. He pulled Tristan aside, whispering in the hallway. “Did you two have a fight? She smells like grief and silver, Tristan. What’s going on?” “I’m divorcing her,” Tristan said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. Jim froze, staring at the Alpha like he’d grown a second head. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. “It’s your funeral, kid. Just make sure you aren't throwing away the only anchor you have left.”

She assures herself, even as a part of her still feels unsafe about this whole situation. "Are you sure?" Alex's voice disrupts her thoughts, and she as she snaps back to reality, those beautiful brown eyes melts her heart as she stares into them. For some reason, she feels all her worries fades away in just a few seconds, seeing the assurance in his eyes, she feels like she has nothing to worry about. Her husband will always be here. "Hmm," She finally nods her head, and he sighs briefly as he stands up to his feet. "Come here, babe," He pulls her up to her feet and plants a soft kiss on her lips, while rubbing her stomach like his life depends on it.