The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Haven’t you already figured out what I want, Yvette? You keep saying you want a divorce, so why haven’t you left yet? You are just playing hard to get. Deep down, you still want to keep Calvin all to yourself. You cannot bear to let him go, right?” She pretended to tear the painting. Panicked, I lunged for it and managed to grab hold. As I did, she leaned close and whispered in my ear with contempt, “Showtime.” Then she suddenly clutched my hand and shoved it against her chest. The moment I pulled back in shock, she collapsed onto the terrace, teetering on the edge. “Yvette, what are you doing!” Calvin’s furious shout rang out as he rushed over. Before I could react, he kicked me hard. I st

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND One year. It had been one year since Alessia had arrived at the capital with three frightened children and a heart full of uncertainty. One year since she'd discovered the kind officer from the train was her husband. One year since their lives had changed forever. And now, on the anniversary of that reunion, Sebastian had a proposal. "Marry me again," he said one morning as they sat with coffee, watching the sun rise over the city. Alessia looked at him, confused. "We're already married."

How could these people know about it? As if the man was in sync with Evelyn he said, "Are you surprised? This is all thanks to your husband, he is very smart," He chuckles, scratching Evelyn's delicate cheek with his long nails, Evelyn winces at the pain. "And I also know you are thinking about how I found out, I've been before others are here and I'm a plane expert, guess I've given you the answer you need." Evelyn winces at the pain that follows by the man scratching her cheeks, "Now let's go meet your dear husband." He whispered hoarsely by her ear, Evelyn was disgusted and she almost puked.

"Anton Kessel. Ten years ago. That is what you have decided to give me. Fine. I will let you give me that today. But I need one more thing before I walk back through that door and let you finish your lunch." "Ask." "Adrian. Did you know my husband before you came back to New York." He did not answer. "Sebastian." "Evelyn." "Answer me." He looked at the closed door of the anteroom. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the floor. He looked at me. Then he closed his eyes. "Yes. I knew your husband."

"What are you perverts getting so worked up for? Are you that desperate for a live stream?" Evelyn thought the group members were just clamoring for more of her provocative content. But after that message, there was a long, heavy silence. For a full 30 seconds, no one said a word or started a new lucky draw. Because Evelyn had finally seen what I posted, her ID popped up again just a moment later. "Impossible! This is just a coincidence! My husband's already dead. I'm sure of it. He died this afternoon!"

the calmness in his voice and composure of his being came as a surprise to Cainan as well. “What I did?” Hugo’s brow rose. “last I check, she was my wife, but that didn’t stop you from sticking your dick in her. Nothing stops you from doing whatever you want, now does it?!” he barked back at Cainan. “And killing her was the only option there was for you, wasn’t it?” He smiled smugly and Cainan was reconsidering the option of smashing his face into something, preferably the basin.

A deal I was sure never to give him. Not after knowing the kind of person he was. It was easy to see why Eve had sought for solace outside. It was so easy to see why she had cheated. I wasn't praising her actions or shit, but if one had to live with a shitty man like Tom for ten years, then one tended to go mad didn't they? The investigator I had hired to research on her had been quite thorough. But not enough. It still wasn't enough. According to him, Eve Harrison was the only child to her parents but had a network of uncles and aunties. They all lived in Missouri. Only Eve lived in New York with Harrison. She had married him right after high school. That was a bit hard to swallow.

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

Jackson scoffed, his eyes bearing a vicious glint. "If I'd known you guys already had a new family, I wouldn't have come back and disturbed you." Yvonne looked away with a bitter smile. She had humiliated herself by going back to that house. She never expected that her then-husband, Hugo Quinn, had married her sister, Chloe Lewis. According to Hugo, Chloe had been the one looking after him after Yvonne left. Humans were emotional beings, after all. And hence, Hugo gradually started harboring romantic feelings toward Chloe.

Hugo explained, "I've got something I wanted to ask you. I was just in the area for some business, so I decided to drop by. I heard someone's upstairs?" Jean's expression displayed a sense of irritation, indicating he did not want to dwell on the topic further. "Just a woman, nothing special, but quite ambitious." Hugo furrowed his brow and continued, "How did you handle the situation when your wife, Meredith, discovered your affair during the New Year's celebrations? Didn't you promise that it wouldn't happen again?" "You're right. I'll just slip her some cash and send her on her way," Jean responded. "This woman's got some grand ambitions. How much money do you think would make her content