The First Husband: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Harriet, as long as you’re willing to stay, everything within the entire Pendleton Manor shall one day be yours. You’ll never have to worry for the rest of your life. Should Zachary ever mistreat you, you need only tell me, and I shall see him punished.” At the sight of such dazzling wealth, I could not deny my hesitation. “Very well…” Little did I know that this fleeting moment of hesitation would cost me my entire life. That very night, the seemingly upright and trustworthy Alfred had a perfume laced with aphrodisiac properties released into our room. Meanwhile, Zachary and I were disputing how we ought to sleep that night. I spoke first. “In any case, I won’t be sharing a bed with you ag

"Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?" I was dumbfounded. The first and second wives? My first thought was that these two had escaped from a psychiatric hospital. "Walter? Walter!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Where is everybody?" The butler, Walter, came rushing in as fast as he could. The moment he saw feathers all over the living room, the pile of chicken poop on the couch, and the two country shrews standing there with their hands on their hips, he froze. I was shaking with anger as I pointed a finger at him. "Walter, what is wrong with security? How did they let people like this walk right into my house?"

"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?"

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I

As I ran up the stairs I bumped into a hard chest. “Sorry,” I said without looking up and continued my way upstairs only to notice I was being followed. I paused and slowly turned to see Moretti behind me. “What d-“ “Want to rebel again?” He asked slowly as he came closer. His body few inches away from mine. Yes! My body screamed. Fuck yes. I want that asshole of my husband to eat shit. But I knew making another mistake like this would cost me. “No” I said firmly. “Are you sure?” He asked me quietly and I nodded.

“What are you doing Skyla.? Are you out of your mind.?! Paul screamed at me tossing the pills into his pockets. “Yes.! I'm out of my mind. And guess what.? The only way i can get back my senses is dying.! I screamed back at him. He sighed deeply and began to say something, but i didn't hear him as the effects of the drugs began to kick in and i fell asleep. The next morning, i woke up with a splitting migraine. I struggled to get out of bed when my door swung open. It was Jason. The husband I've tried so much to hate. “What are you doing here.? After all you've done to me. No apology. Am i even your wife.?! I asked in anger my eyes turning red. He scoffed. “Apology.? I owe you no damned apol

but this was like a traumatic experience to her. He will be the first guy to touch her but he did it in an unpleasant way, to hurt her and for the fact that he's her husband. It hurt her so much. T B C

Her novel. She told herself it was fiction, a story, nothing more. A way to keep herself sane while Ethan drifted in and out of confusion and Jessica lurked on the edges of every shadow. But the more she wrote, the more the truth spilled through her sentences, raw and naked. She wasn’t inventing. She was remembering. The novel wasn’t just about her marriage. It was her marriage. And that terrified her. Her first chapters were almost word for word what happened the night she met Ethan. The wine spilled on her dress, his smooth apology, the way his smile hooked into her heart and refused to let go.

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

If I stay… I’m not even sure I’ll survive this man. Anyway now, here I am, meeting my so-called husband for the first time. Sparse gray hair clings to his scalp, and his wrinkled, cold hands lazily trail along my arm. My back stiffens at his touch. My glass has been empty for minutes, leaving me to endure this torment with a painfully clear mind. Or so I thought. A faint fog begins to creep into my head. My body heats up, suddenly hypersensitive to every brush of his hand.