The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

Irina Rashford couldn’t sleep. She sat by the window of the guest room, staring at the city lights beyond the glass. The room felt unfamiliar, cold, and painfully lonely. For the first time in twelve years of marriage, her husband had locked her out of their bedroom. The memory alone made her chest tighten. Earlier that evening, she had stood frozen in the dining room while her son looked at her with eyes that held none of the love she remembered. Only disappointment. Only resentment.

[Alma] Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. The words echoed in my head relentlessly as I knelt there—shameless—staring up at a stranger’s cock like I wasn’t fucking married. I should leave. Stand up and run as far as I could. This was wrong. I can’t be doing this— But my body wouldn’t listen. It felt like my mind and my body were moving in opposite directions. Like I’d already lost control. "Tell me…" his deep voice cut through, slow and heavy, "does your husband know you’re on your knees, about to suck another man’s cock?"

She looked at the man standing twenty feet away who was the father of her child and did not know it. Because she had gotten it wrong. She was starting to understand that now. She had gotten everything wrong. "Nothing," she said. And she walked back into the conference room. And she sat down. And she pretended, for the next four hours, that her world was not detonating quietly from the inside out.

"I don't want to spend another second with you. I don't need to hear another insult and accusation from an overthinking, paranoid wife like you." Her eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just call me?" "Fine, I'll give you what you want. I will resign tomorrow morning. " She sighed deeply. "But if your husband is truly cheating on you, then you're confronting and accusing the wrong woman. "You—" "While you're here insulting me, your husband's real mistress is there, happy and confident that you won't be able to uncover her identity." "Stop fooling me!" "I'm telling you, Mrs. Salameda, you're barking up the wrong tree."

“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?”

As I ran up the stairs I bumped into a hard chest. “Sorry,” I said without looking up and continued my way upstairs only to notice I was being followed. I paused and slowly turned to see Moretti behind me. “What d-“ “Want to rebel again?” He asked slowly as he came closer. His body few inches away from mine. Yes! My body screamed. Fuck yes. I want that asshole of my husband to eat shit. But I knew making another mistake like this would cost me. “No” I said firmly. “Are you sure?” He asked me quietly and I nodded.

“You heard me right. That's what I said. Keep calm and enjoy wealth. Do you lack anything in your life? Why should the DNA results you saw cause you to panic?” I asked. “Is the child going to take your place as the first wife? The answer is no! So what then is your problem? Keep shut,” I hollered. She seems betrayed and hurt. But I never betrayed her either. Everything happened by accident. I never knew when I impregnated that stranger. Called Sofia. It's a mistake. I think I was drunk.

Columbia University business students crowded the auditorium. At forty-four, Aria's silver hair did nothing to dull her authority at the podium. Her presence commanded respect even now. "Chen-Hale Industries began with a mistake," she said. "I entered a marriage bureau to deliver my sister's documents and left married to a stranger—a billionaire who thought I trapped him and made my life hell." The students leaned forward, drawn in by her words. "For a month, I wanted to die. My accidental husband hated me. My family betrayed me. My sister set me up. I had no money, power, or options."

I cowered at Adrian's back. "The family was already broken," Adrian said. "I'm just making it official." He paused. "I'm marrying her." Ethan exploded. "You can't be serious." Enzo's face turned purple. "Absolutely not. I forbid it!" My mind was reeling. This was spiraling out of control. Adrian's voice cut through the chaos. "I'm deadly serious." Enzo opened a drawer, pulled out a document, and slammed it on the desk. "Then this won't matter to you. I'm changing the rules." He read from the paper. "Marriage no longer determines succession. The next Volkov boss will be chosen by clan vote."

“We were good together. You know that. Whatever happened…” “Whatever happened?” I laughed, sharp and bitter. “You mean you cheating on me with someone I thought was your cousin m?” For a flicker of a second, his smile faltered, but then it was back, stronger, as if my anger was a hurdle he could leap over. “I made a mistake. I was stupid. And I’ve regretted it every day since. But you… you’re different with him.” I feigned ignorance. “With who?” “Adrian.” He said the name like venom, but dressed it in silk. “You think I didn’t see the news, the pictures, the way he parades you around the city?”