The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

“Look at me! Breathe.” Slowly, I lifted my head. Margot Sinclair. She didn’t look like she did at the gala. She wasn’t smiling, she didn’t even look like she could afford to waste time on social conversations. “Claire,” she said slowly. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. Where’s your husband?” I laughed — a broken sound that startled even me. “I don’t think I’m married anymore,” I said. Her grip around my arm tightened. “Come with me.”

I ran my hands over every muscle of his chest, and when I kissed his neck, he sighed, bringing his hands to the hem of the thin-strapped floral dress I was wearing, and soon, it too was on the floor. I had my eyes closed, and when I opened them, it wasn’t my husband I saw. I saw the look of desire in Jayden’s eyes, his slightly parted pink lips, the mischievous face he made when he whispered dirty things in my ear, and only then could I surrender. I bit my lips so hard that I felt blood on them, trying not to call out Jayden’s name while making love to my husband. When it was over, I felt empty, realizing that I would never again be satisfied in the arms of any other man but Jayden.

This wasn't a dream. Castor Rowland, my husband, was a politician. An assembly man for the state of Kansas. He was supposed to be an angel who'd walked into my life two months ago when my family was practically drowning in debt and offered to save us. He was supposed to be a knight in shining armor who had proposed to me, professing his love for me and his desire to take care of me. Touched by his kindness, I'd agreed to marry him quickly. Castor had bought over and revived my mother's restaurant that was being taken away due to debt. He'd given us hope again.

“You’re thirty-three. Do you think you’re still young? This isn’t the old days. Stop clinging to nonsense ideals. Marrying her will be good for our family’s reputation. You’re a businessman, Ian. You should know the benefits.” Her tone softened for one poisonous second. “As long as she can be a good wife, that’s enough.” My fists tightened. The same manipulation, the same woman who once praised me as the perfect daughter-in-law. Ian’s face didn’t move. “I know, Mum.” “You always say you know,” she said. “But you never act on it.” The call ended. Ian slid the phone into his pocket and exhaled. I ducked deeper behind the pillar, certain he’d sense something was off. I waited—then heard his voi

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.