The Husbands Of River Song Transcript Novels & Stories

Rhain Valdes, I really feel sorry for you. The person your husband has always loved is me.” Lilian Vinto stated smugly making Rhain frown. “Believe it or not, even if I were to fall down the stairs by myself today, your husband would not hesitate to believe me if I said that you did it,” Lilian said, arrogance dancing in her tone. Rhain was about to go downstairs to the party when she came face to face with Lilian, her husband’s sister-in-law, who was about to go upstairs.

Riley asked softly, her voice barely audible over the strains of the orchestra. River pulled her closer, his hand splayed possessively across the small of her back. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Because I want to teach you a lesson, Riley. I want you to know what it's like to be married to a very bad man." Riley's breath caught in her throat, her steps faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. She met River's gaze, her own eyes narrowing. "And what lesson would that be, exactly?" she asked, her tone laced with challenge.

I never saw such a kind look in any man's eyes. “I'm happier you came back home, though,” River said. “Me too,” I said truthfully. “You have a beautiful son, by the way,” River said softly. I bit my lip and looked away. “Thanks.” The song stopped. River stared at me with this expression that I didn't understand. River opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped. A loud, fast song started. It was Honky Tonk Stomp by Brooks and Dunn. River’s eyes flashed with amusement.

beside him. I took a few seconds to scan the room where I had been placed, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. My heart sank when I remembered my room in my pack. Now, everything had been taken away from me. "Okay, that faithful day, I heard rumors before then about the plans to dethrone you," he started. "You know, I have ears and eyes all over. But, I didn't think it was true because your husband loved you so much to do that." I swallowed hard at the mention of my husband and love. I knew River could easily refer to him by his name but chose to call him my husband instead. I wasn't sure why, but I knew it was for a reason. "Your ex-husband, I meant," he corrected before continuing. "Y

He looked at me again like he was questioning every life decision that led to this moment. “The point,” I continued dramatically, “is that my best friend has officially decided that his husbands are more important than me.” His expression turned flat. “They’re not my husbands.” “Oh please,” I said immediately. “It’s just a matter of time” Before he could even answer, a voice behind us suddenly spoke. “Yucks. You look ridiculous when you are whining.” I turned my head slowly. River was leaning against the doorframe with the most annoying smirk on his face like he had just walked in at the perfect moment.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

I also immediately let go of Tom because I saw River saying goodbye to his friends and approaching me now. "I never imagine that you'll get married this early—" I can't even follow what Tom is saying because River is getting closer and closer to our place. "Hey, Wife, come here, many guests want to meet you," he said, holding my waist now. He even pulled me closer to him before whispering. “Don’t you forget about the contract... No shaming each other in front of everyone. ”

"Mr. Moore is a lucky man to bag such a beautiful wife! You two are a match made in heaven!" Michael Walton, who had repeatedly obtained government approvals only through my brother, stood up excitedly to make a toast to them. "Mr. Moore, Ms. Sanders, may you two be happy together for all eternity! Don't forget to invite me to the wedding!" Everyone there had once profited from me, yet they had completely chosen to ignore my existence. It was as if I had never existed in their lives before. Right at that moment, Yvonne interrupted the happy cheering, "Mr. Moore, when did you divorce Rachel Kidman? How come I didn't hear about it?"

He stayed by her side, proudly introducing himself not as CEO Voss, but as “Evelyn’s husband—and biggest fan.” At one point, Natasha appeared across the room with a colleague. Their eyes met briefly. Natasha offered a polite nod, then turned away. No words exchanged. The chapter felt truly closed. Back at the penthouse, they stood on the terrace, wrapped in each other’s arms. The Manhattan skyline glittered like a promise. “I was the husband you once loved,” Khalid whispered. “Now I want to be the one you love fully again. Every day.” Evelyn leaned into him, heart steady. “We’re getting there. One bridge at a time.”

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."