The Husband Who Lied Novels & Stories

Calvin sneered. Then, he added, "Tell me where she is, unless you want me to cut ties with you for good in the last years of your life." I watched as Margaret's eyes welled up when she heard Calvin's threat. "I'm your dad's wife—how could you do this to me?" Calvin's anger flared. "How dare you bring up Dad? It's because of you that Clarissa became a murderer three years ago!" My heart broke as I watched. Did Calvin even have a shred of humanity left?

"You’re lying to me, aren’t you? Evelyn, you’re just mad at me for leaving, right? I can explain everything. Asher is just a child, and he was really sick. "When I took him to the hospital, the doctor said if we had waited any longer, his fever could have caused brain damage. "I saw that his mother was struggling to take care of him alone, so I stayed to help." As he spoke, Jacob reached out to hold me, but I pushed him away. I had lost my child, while my husband had been by another woman’s side, taking care of her son. How could I ever accept that? Moreover, that woman and child were his mistress and illegitimate son.

All they knew was that I spent an entire year treating Lester's leg until he was nearly back to normal. What they didn't know was that Lester was also impotent. I treated him before I finally got pregnant. The memory made me draw in a few deep breaths. Then, I began to check him. Fortunately, his condition was the same as Lester's. It wouldn't be hard to treat. "How did you even know I had this problem?" A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes as he grabbed my hand. I smiled and made up a lie. "I was about to marry you. Of course, I had to look into my future husband's background."

I stood and looked at them with disdain, saying, "So, don't talk about ruthlessness to me. From the moment you started lying to me, I no longer had the obligation to be kind to you." "The demands that Mr. Swanson made are very reasonable," Lucas chimed in. "If we fail to reach a settlement, we'll just have to file a lawsuit against you." He paused briefly before continuing, "Also, considering how Ms. Cooper and Mr. Young are in a de facto marriage, we might have to bring up bigamy in our case as well. We can report this to the authorities and have them conduct an investigation." Lucas' words were the straw that broke the camel's back.

I was trained to handle high-pressure, life-or-death situations with surgical precision. And yet, I had been living a lie for three hundred and sixty-five days. "There has to be a mistake," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "My husband, Liam Sterling... he's the star forward for the Glaciers. His management team handled the filing. His lawyers, " "Mr. Sterling's lawyers didn't file anything for you, Ms. Vance," Miller interrupted, leaning back and removing his glasses. "And even if they had tried, it wouldn't have mattered. Liam Sterling couldn't have legally married you last June. Or ever."

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

After my husband cheated on me for the 99th time, I finally completed my collection of 99 Hermes bags. That was just his way of compensating for his guilt. I was a high school advisory teacher, working from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day. After going home, I took care of his parents, who were both paralyzed and bedridden. To outsiders, I was a perfect wife. He figured he could keep me in the dark for the rest of his life. Little did he know, the mistresses he chased for a thrill were all arranged by me.

I'd been married to Dante Vitale, the Don of the Sicilian Mafia, for three years. Everyone knew it. I was the woman he'd carefully protected and cherished since we were young. When I was fifteen, a group of thugs cornered me. Dante stepped in to protect me and ended up with several broken ribs. Three years ago, in front of the entire Mafia, he swore before my late father's portrait that he would love me and take care of me for the rest of our lives. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on our marriage certificate. When I took our marriage certificate to get it reissued, the clerk told me it was fake. Isabella was his real wife. And Dante didn't even seem to think it was a big deal. "Dante

Before he could ask any of them, Lia stepped forward. “She’s lying.” I turned sharply. “Lia, stop.” She ignored me. “I’m your real wife, Adrian.” Adrian’s face changed. “What?” “She is lying to you,” Lia said. “You and I were together. You loved me. She is pretending to be your wife because she knows you cannot remember.” “That is enough!” I shouted. Adrian flinched. I immediately lowered my voice. “I’m sorry.” Lia looked at him. “You need to listen to me.”