The Cast Aside Husband Rises Novels & Stories

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. ~~~~'

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?

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?

“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?”

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."

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.”

He's not someone who gives consideration specially to people who dare to fool him. "Drop the act of being a considerate and concern husband because you are not. You're not my husband, I am not your wife" I hissed once again, gritting my teeth, flaunting the irritation in my eyes. "Your real wife is dead. Selena Castania died long time ago, so stop calling me your wife" I added. I felt his grip loosen and I grab that as a chance to escape from his trap. I am breathing heavily as I manage to free myself from him. I look around not putting my guards down because for sure this place is surrounded with people- Ilde Famiglia's soldier to be specific.

“Divorce paper, Rose why would you divorce me” The truth was already staring down at him. Cassandra had a glorious smile on her face which she quickly hid. “Rose comy on, you don't have to divorce your husband because of me.” He said in a most sorry and pitiful tone. Isn't that what she wanted? My husband and I'm giving her the opportunity to have him all to herself. Why isn't anyone seeing just how fake she could be? “Come on Cassandra, you're even better off than her. She's nothing but a housewife but you have shown your resilience towards my son by standing by him throughout his coma. You deserve to be his wife”