The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Delphine's fury boiled over as she screamed, "How does she know about me? What did I do, Evelyn? You dragged me into this mess. You, crazy woman, did anything to marry a rich man, and now you’ve caused me to carry the blame for a murder. You’ve ruined my son’s life, turning him into a murderer. If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened!" Evelyn didn’t hold back. "If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be living the rich life of a wealthy wife now, would you? There’s always a risk in seeking wealth. Everyone walks this path. Your husband has no feelings for you. He probably has other women. I’m calling to tell you that." After she finished speaking, Evelyn hung up. Delphine was stun

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” I yanked my hand away. “What do you want, Evelyn?” Her eyes narrowed. “The doctor called me.” I froze. She stepped closer, her voice sharp. “Are you pregnant?” I crossed my arms, standing my ground. “And if I am?” Evelyn scoffed. “I want to know who the father is.” I stared at her in disbelief. “Who do you think?” She tilted her head, waiting. I clenched my fists. “Victor is my husband and the only man I've ever been with. Of course he is the father of this child.”

Evelyn just wanted to escape from Grace. "You really are a foolish girl, Eve," Grace taunted. "What's wrong with marrying Mr. Marco?" "No, I don't want to! Don't take me away!" Evelyn shouted. Not wanting to get into the car, Evelyn sat down on the asphalt, making it difficult for Hugo to take her away. "Miss, don't do this," Hugo said, but Evelyn didn't listen. She was too weak; this was the only effort she could make. "Just drag her." Because of Grace's order, Hugo, who was about to drag Evelyn's body roughly, was stopped by a hand.

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

she answered confidently — until I asked: “Tell me… how long have you been seeing the man who is not your husband. Months,or probably more than a year?” Her lips parted.Her chest rose. Her throat struggled for air. “I’m not cheating on my husband,” she whispered — a lie disguised as dignity — before drinking. They still thought it was a coincidence. They didn’t yet understand. I already knew their sins. Their secrets belonged to me long before the game began. And that was the real thrill. The bottle spun again — and stopped at Ian.

"My son had been nothing but a loving husband to her throughout their entire marriage. I can't believe that he was met with such a cruel fate after all that he'd done!" Upon hearing what my mom had said, everyone in the court glanced toward the defendants with contempt. Once Gabriel realized that all of the evidence had been uncovered by the police, he frantically tried to mitigate his offense. "I didn't mean to kill Alex Campbell! Sarah was the one who asked me to do it!" he yelled. He continued, "When I ran into her a month ago, she told me about how hard her life was and asked me to help her. I had a few drinks that night, but I only ended up killing the man because she convinced me to do

“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?”

"I know. I’ve seen the way he looks at the gate every evening. He’s waiting for a woman who is never coming back. But I won't be like him. I won't live in the past." “But she came back and got no love,” I interrupted him. He looked at me and with weakness he said, “Evelyn is now his wife and I didn’t want to get involved that was why I stayed away that night but I missed her and so much wanted to hug her but I couldn’t.” I looked at my husband and felt a surge of love, but also a surge of fear. Evelyn was right about one thing: the men in this family loved dangerously. Ricardo would burn everything down for me, but Evelyn was ready to use that fire to destroy us both.

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.