The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

I'll come pick you up! I did not reply. I hung up the phone abruptly before his words could give me a heart attack. A man like Christian—cheating while pretending to be the perfect, devoted husband—deserved nothing less than severe punishment. … Since Christian refused to sign the divorce agreement, I decided to seek help from someone else. The best person for the job was Peyton, who was eager to secure her place and give her child legitimacy. I sent Peyton the divorce agreement along with a simple note: [Get Christian to sign this. It's your only chance to take my place.]

I took a deep breath as an embarrassing news headline flashed in my head. “HEIRESS GETS DISCARDED AFTER CARING FOR HER ILL HUSBAND! DID HER FAIRYTALE TURN INTO MISERY?” “Everyone is here…” I would bow my head in shame for the rest of my days. Now was supposed to be a perfect time to celebrate Semion as a couple with family. A night I looked forward to, carefully wrapping gifts that made my fingers bleed. Yet, he discarded those gifts to the side like trash. “Davina, don't make this hard for everyone. This isn't about you.” He sighed, rolling his eyes in disgust, a feeling I had gotten used to in our marriage.

Her husband was seen like a man who had been attacked by atomic bombs in the battlefield. “Not really well... Her blood pressure and her blood glucose haven’t been stable yet…” Apollo Frias sat down weakly and limply in front of his second wife’s bed. “Everything will be alright… Trust me, Apollo…” Columba Rajadi cuddled her husband’s head for a while. “I surrender already if later on it turns out both of them can’t survive, Columba Darling… I surrender already… I’m ready suppose at the very end I solely have one son,” said Apollo Frias sadly.

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

look, the same one they couldn’t stop talking about earlier when they visited my suite, gushing about fate and fortune. But beyond them, the mood shifts, cold stares, tight jaws, unsmiling lips, faces of indifference and disapproval. My husband’s family, I assume, none of them bothering to mask their disdain. They look as though they’ve been dragged into a nightmare they want to be no part of. My father leans in, his voice low and steady, “ The only one you should be looking at right now is your husband. No one else matters.” I give a small nod and lift my gaze to the altar. And then i see him,

Instead, he said five words that shattered everything she thought she knew. "Daniel Hart isn't your husband." The call disconnected. And for the first time since this nightmare began, Emma realized the truth might be far worse than betrayal. Because if Daniel wasn't really her husband... Then who had she been married to for the last seven years?

After hanging up, I turned to Ashley, who was still shrieking. "What did you say your husband's name was?" I asked. "Trevor Brooks from Northstar Capital?" Thinking I was afraid, Ashley lifted her chin triumphantly, carelessly brandishing the shard of glass right in front of my face. "What? Regretting your choices now? Let me tell you something. My husband has connections in Jevron that a low-life peasant like you couldn't even dream of! If you beg for my forgiveness right now, I might actually consider letting you off the hook."

He paused, then added, “I don’t expect you to understand. You can't even hold sperm in that infertile body of yours.” Something sharp snapped inside me, my head lifted so fast it almost hurt and our eyes met. For a second, I didn’t recognize the look in his eyes as he stepped closer. He took my hands, pretending like it was something precious to him, his touch made my stomach twist. “You’re strong, Harriet,” he said quietly. “And strong people should know when to step back for those who need it more.” A sound escaped me, it took me a second to realize it was a laugh. “Strong?” I repeated, my voice trembling despite me trying to steady it. “Is strength enough reason to cast me aside?

He stood up and began to pace the small circle of light, his shadow stretching like a giant across the walls. "You got married to Caleb Knight, the man who treated you like a wallflower, a trophy to be ignored. You spent every waking hour plotting your revenge on him, sharpening your knives, waiting to strike, oh yes you did strike but he's kept turning into miniatures. But life... life is a comedian, isn't it? Turns out your boring husband is actually Yamelyan Radov, a prince of the shadows. And you? You're a Prokofiev." I felt the tears stinging my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of my collapse.

“What are you doing with your father’s inheritance?” “Didn’t you leave already?” I fought to remain calm as I put the envelope back into the safe. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed, holding my face with both hands and eyes full of concern. “Something feels off with you today. Are you unwell?” His brown eyes were utterly devoted. If I had not seen his marriage records myself, I would have believed that he was still the man who held the umbrella for me on those rainy nights. “I don’t want to take in those two kids. Let’s raise our own baby instead, can we?”