The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Violet was now back at home with her mother. She came home with her new husband, Marvin, who her mom found out to be Jamaican. Mrs. O'Hare was a bit upset because she wanted to be a part of her daughter's wedding, but she came to the realization that if Violet is happy, then that's enough for her to be happy as well. And on the brighter side, with Violet being married to another showed she was over all her shenanigans and obsession with Aiden. Maybe now she could focus on building a relationship with Katherine and her niece and nephew.

sirens rang in my ear as I heard his disgusting voice, he was sitting there naked on the sofa, grinning sadistically. My heart started to beat at an unusual speed, my eyes welling up with tears, I could feel my body going numb. No, no, I turned on my heels and was about to run but before I could get out, the door closed automatically. And my husband was not there. I banged on the door hoping he'd come, but he never came. "Your husband is so dumb but also a good businessman. Don't make me wait child, come here". His sick voice rang in my ears.

All I remembered was that the slap was loud, and I had a metallic taste in my mouth as if a fishbone had scratched the inner lining of my mouth. Now Oliver was the one being slapped. He covered his face, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief. Nonetheless, he quickly switched back to an innocent expression and asked anxiously, "Samantha, what did I do wrong to upset you?" Samantha shook her hand, then bent down and patted his face with the back of her fingers. With foundation on, his face looked even smoother and fairer than usual. "I've said this before. You can provoke Joshua however you like, but only he can be my husband," she said. "You've crossed the line this time."

Elena had loved him. She had loved him enough to stay hidden for seven years. Enough to forgive Palermo. Enough to give him chance after chance before she finally signed. Surely that kind of love could not disappear all at once. Surely if he reached Zurich before Adrian had time to stand beside her too closely, before she learned to breathe without him, before the divorce began to feel real—

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

As I walked through the lobby, I caught sight of Evelyn near the elevators, still looking slightly flustered, smoothing down the front of her obviously expensive outfit like she was trying to compose herself before heading up to the office. I studied her for a moment from a distance, taking in the designer clothes and perfectly fitted heels. The outfit itself wasn’t suspicious. Evelyn was married to Julian Sullivan, after all, and everyone knew she had been living a life of luxury for years. But after what I’d just seen, even the smallest detail about her seemed to make me wonder what she was hiding. Whatever was going on between Evelyn and Viktor, if there was anything at all, I intended to

“Welcome home, Chairwoman!” Chairwoman Hudson’s sharp gaze swept over them. “Hmn,” she murmured in acknowledgment. “Mom! Where have you been? We’ve been waiting forever!” Evelyn pouted. The old lady ignored her question, fixing her gaze on her youngest child. “You’ve divorced your fifth husband, huh?” Olivia Hudson and her late husband, Cole, had three children: Evan, the eldest; Julian, two years later; and Evelyn, three years after Julian. Evelyn’s face twisted. Did her mother really need to bring that up? She had just returned, and already she was being cruel.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

"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?"

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.