The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo Novels & Stories

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

His five members chuckled in amazement. “Yeah… It turned out that Evelyn really loved her husband. There was a man who loved Evelyn as well. Yet, of course Evelyn didn’t love him. She loved her husband very deeply. This man hated Crudus a lot. He would like to kill Crudus using his sword. In the middle of their fight, Crudus got injured very badly. Evelyn watched that fighting scene. She rushed in front and hugged her husband when the sword stabbed her at her back. That’s the end of the story when Evelyn died in order to protect her husband. When their kids had grown up, Crudus also died and he would like his body to be buried under the same tomb together with his wife.” Apollo Frias ended h

However, Eve never dared say anything, because the people of Santa Eduviges still had very strong opinions against same-sex relationships. Eve Bousquet finally couldn't live with her lies any longer. She couldn't tell the truth, but she couldn't keep making love to her husband while seeing the face of his sister in her fantasies. She had to get away from both of them to keep her sanity. Fortunately, Eve's husband, who was getting tired of his wife's lackluster behavior in bed, did not object when she moved out.

I didn’t know whether I’d resurface, or be pulled deeper and deeper. “Were you planning to drink the tea?” Hugo’s voice cut through my reverie. “Yes,” I replied, sipping the cold tea without even glancing at him. The man was still strutting around this apartment with nothing but tight boxers, as if his confidence had no boundaries. Even though it was just the two of us here, he could at least feel a hint of modesty. Just the tip of a fingernail. “In romantic dramas, the husband usually takes care of his sick wife. And then he gets a hug, a kiss, and…”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

Evelyn announced, and immediately the front door creaked open, and in, walked a man. He was tall, dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged his powerful build. His jaw was clean-shaven, but a small scar near his mouth gave him an edge. His gaze was intense, scanning the room, pausing on me with an unreadable expression. “This here is Cassian,” Evelyn continued. “My... husband.” My sister looked at me with widened eyes and then blinked multiple times before looking back at her. “Wait, what? Did you just say husband?” she asked at the top of her voice.

Hugo looked at her shocked expression and chuckled. “My dear Camila, consider this the first of the never ending wedding gifts. This bastard facilitated the men who defiled your body and his whore of a wife knew and chose to play along,” Hugo revealed and kicked the gagged man. The victim groaned and squirmed. Hugo removed the gag from his mouth. “Y’know what? He’ll tell you the rest himself,” Hugo said and aimed his gun at the man’s wife. Camila was at a loss for words. She could barely breathe. Hugo grabbed the man by his hair with his other hand and shook him.

“There’s something on your mind, isn’t there? Something you haven’t told us yet.” She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to say anything earlier. Not with everyone around. But... I can’t shake the feeling that my husband’s death wasn’t... natural.” Logan’s brows furrowed, and I felt my stomach tighten. “What do you mean?” I asked. Evelyn looked at us, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “The doctors said it was a heart attack, but my husband was healthy. He had regular check-ups and a good diet—he wasn’t the type to ignore his health. It just doesn’t add up.”