Romans & histoires The Cast Aside Husband Rises

"I'm just a little distracted, that's all—” Before she could finish talking, the front door swung open and in walked Adrian Cross, my husband. He had his tie hung lazily around his neck and his phone pressed against his ear. He didn't seem to notice us at first, his gaze fixed on the stairs and he folded the sleeves of his shirt. “Call the press and tell them about the interview tomorrow,” he said into the phone. “No, don't move until I tell you to." He was already halfway up the stairs when he turned to the kitchen. His gaze met mine briefly–cold, detached. He was about to turn back to the stairs when his eyes landed on Mia.

Watching them console him felt absurd and it was ironic. As I quietly watched his outburst ended, I said in a soft voice, “Let’s get a divorce once I’m discharged.” He stared at me for a long time without saying anything. “This marriage has to end.” Then, he suddenly dropped to his knees. “I did not know you were pregnant. Please forgive me, all right?”

I had died. I lay alone on the empty street as my blood stained the ground beneath me. After I drew my last breath, my spirit drifted to my wife and watched as she embraced her first love with a frantic expression. "Calm down, Gabriel. Don't worry. I'll help you and make sure that you stay out of prison," said my wife, Sarah Lloyd. Her first love, Gabriel Scott, was curled up in her arms. With a horrified look on his face, he said in a trembling voice, "You're the only person who can help me, Sarah. I only had a few drinks. I didn't mean to hit him. You're a lawyer—you know how to get me out of this, right?"

"But what do you think will happen when the woman he threw away becomes Mrs. Castello?" The air in the room thickened. My mind raced. I could already see it—Daniel’s smug face twisting in shock, Vanessa’s perfect little world cracking, the media scrambling to understand why Leon Castello, one of the most powerful men in the city, had married his ex-wife. It would destroy him. The idea was intoxicating. But it was also insane. I shook my head quickly. "This is ridiculous. Even if I wanted to hurt Daniel, why would you care? You’re a billionaire. You don’t need me to get back at him."

I… I didn't know she had a blood clotting disorder… I thought she would be fine…" Furious, Eileen raised her hand and slapped him again. "What do you know? As Aurora's husband, do you know anything about her? Tell me!" He was left speechless. We had been married for years, yet he had never once tried to understand me or cared about my well-being. To him, I was just a tool to keep his household running—a transparent, insignificant existence. His body trembled as he staggered forward, still unwilling to accept the truth.

Ashton countered, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, “your husband doesn’t even seem to care where you are. He’s far too busy enjoying the wine—and the moment.” “Well,” she shrugged, her tone deliberately light, “tonight is a celebration. Shouldn’t we all enjoy it?” “Cassidy…” His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he struggled to rein in his frustration. “I was glad when I saw the woman you became after leaving the Knowles,” he continued, turning fully toward her, his gaze sharp and intent. “Stronger. More composed. But when it comes to your husband—” He shook his head. “You become someone I don’t recognize. You diminish yourself.”

“I have a husband, for Christ’s sake and I don’t want to-“ “Bullshit!” He stood up and kicked the side table, which left the magazines scattered on the floor. “Your husband is an asshole and you know it. Do you even see yourself in the mirror? You are falling apart, Astrid and your husband doesn’t even care about that!” That got a sharp stare from Astrid. “I am not falling apart,” she cried.

Tyler leaned halfway over the upstairs railing when he saw me enter. “You’re home early! I was planning to pick you up.” “It’s nearly ten,” I replied flatly. He didn’t seem upset about our earlier argument. Instead, he smiled, walking down the stairs to take my hand and guide me into the center of the candlelit heart. Dropping to one knee, he pulled out a ring. “Sarah, I want to make it up to you. Let me put this on your finger.” I was taken aback. When we first got married, there wasn’t even a proper wedding, let alone a ring. As a handsome actor, Tyler’s manager had insisted he maintain a single, unattached image for his career.

Before anything else, I needed to make a trip to the Garrisons' estate. - Albert was frowning deeply in his study. "Yvette, you know that I will stand up for you if you've been wronged," he started. "However, divorce isn't a small matter. The Garrisons and Sullivans are closely tied together." Each of Albert's words felt like a hammer pounding against my heart. I understood what he meant, but I couldn't go on any longer.

Irina snapped, flashing a trembling hand at her face, “I am so happy you have fallen to your rock bottom. Do you hear me?! Because you disgust me! And in a matter of days to weeks, everything will be clear, and you will be nothing to me!” “Oh really?” Isla purred, tilting her head like a predator circling prey, “You think you can abandon me now?” “Yes,” Irina hissed, “Watch me.” “No, mother. You can’t,” Isla smiled tauntingly. “Try me.” And suddenly, Isla leaned close, as her voice dipped so low like a formidable sound that shouldn't be heard, “Because…” Her lips curved in triumph, “…I know where your real husband is.”