The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

Her husband was a top executive at the Patterson Company, and although this man who held her was handsome, he was nothing compared to her husband on the social ladder. He, her husband, could and would be the downfall of all of these people, and thinking this way made her more fierce. "you let me go, right now! And I'll tell you this, my husband is here, and he works as a top executive in the Patterson company, a much better man than you could ever be, and I swear he'll be your ruin."

Allison said pulling away from the hug, She pulled Xalia to sit on the couch and held her both hands. “First, there are some things you need to know about your husband. You have no idea who you are married to.” “Huh?” “Draven Wade, Draven Wade is… “

He crossed his legs, took another drag of his cigar and puffed rings in the air. “Do you think you'd be hanging over a pot of oil if I managed to get my hands on him?” he said, rolling the cigar between his fingers like he was bored. “He slipped away… He abandoned you. His love isn't so strong after all.” I froze. Not because he claimed Detroit abandoned me. I knew he'd never do that. I froze because he didn't manage to get his hands on my husband. In other words, my husband was making plans to rescue me right now.

I was huffing, my chest feels heavy and I don’t feel an ounce of regret at all. “What? Scared that they will believe me? Don’t worry, Taylor! They are your dogs, they won’t even-” “You bitch-!” Davis was about to step forward but my husband raised his palm to stop his nosy uncle. “Uncle Davis,” he said as if a warning. He gave me one long stare before turning his head to his family. “This comeback party has failed. I suggest for everyone to leave.” Then he looked at me again. “I’d like to talk with my wife alone.”

I'm sure she had no idea what her husband was doing. The sound jolted him awake. He turns to me with fear in his eyes, knowing what his fate will be. His eyes go back to his wife's lifeless body. Tears stream down his face. I'm sure he's already sorry for stabbing me in the back. Before I can speak, my men take his wife's body away. “Don Castello,” he said, fear lacing his voice. The murderous look in my eyes tells him that I'm not ready for a conversation.

Good for her. Didn’t she just leave her husband last week? That was fast lol. I need to know who this man is. He’s gorgeous. Adrian Westbrook fumbled the bag so hard. This is what happens when you treat your wife like trash. She upgrades. Kira set her phone down and stared at the ceiling. So. The internet knew. She’d expected this. Sort of. But not this fast. Her phone buzzed again. This time it was Marcus calling. She answered. “I’m guessing you saw.”

she weakly nodded and went back to sleep. “Who’s the unlucky guy?” Caleb asked. “It’s Aristotle Napoleon Higgins” I answered which he laughed like a witch. “Did you take some illegal drugs yesterday? The billionaire Aristotle Napoleon Higgins is your husband? Wow, your dreams are getting harder to reach every day.” He scoffed. “Whatever. If he shows up here I’ll smack you in the head.” “I’m sorry is just that you are so funny these days. Why don’t you apply to be a clown? And by the way, is today the last day of your apartment?” he asked. My eyes widened. Shit it’s the last day.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

His wife looked very devastated. "Tell me what happened?" He asked gently, before caressing her back in a comforting manner. "Nothing." She closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest so that she could feel the heartbeat of her husband. His heartbeat was a reminder that she was still alive. Xia doesn’t know what happened. The last thing she remembered was dying from a knife plunged deep into her chest. Her husband arrived too late. He was crying, wanting to save her. He kept on telling her how much he loved her.