The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

“What drama?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened a trending article. The headline read: *Young Married Woman Caught in Scandal with Older Married Man.* Her stomach dropped as he held it out for her to see. She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “Liam’s the one at fault, not me.”

"Sincerely, if I say I understand jack from what you said, I'd be lying. Let me try to get this, do you mean your husband is cheating on you?" "Yes, I even saw two passport cards in his briefcase sometimes last week. I thought he was probably planning a surprise trip with me, lo and behold, I saw another lady's details and photograph attached to the passport. I guess he's planning to elope with her, I was heartbroken. I wanted to rip off the passports that moment, but I decided to be led by wisdom" she lamented. "That would have been a big mistake on your part. Thank God you were wise. This is what many young couples are ignorant of, you can never correct a wrong with wrong. You can never qu

She straightened her back in the chair and looked at him steadily. "Why?" she asked. Her voice was calm but the sadness in it couldn't be hidden. "Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden? Just tell me why? After everything, you at least owe me that." Maxton looked at the ceiling briefly, then back at her. "We shouldn't have gotten married in the first place," he said with a calm voice. "It was a mistake from the beginning." He paused for a second, then continued. "If we hadn't gotten married, Evan wouldn't have spiraled the way he did, and he would still be alive… None of this would have happened."

Pauline said, her tone genuine and warm, “I’m just glad you seem happier now. And…I hope you’ll recover from the pain they both caused.” With that, she gave me a small, reassuring smile before excusing herself from the room. I watched the door close behind her, my thoughts heavier than before—but strangely steadier. Just when I was about to reach for the apples she had given me, the door was suddenly pushed wide open. Pauline stood there again, frozen, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and unmistakable worry, as if she herself didn’t know how to process what she was about to say. “Ma’am…” her voice came out low and hesitant, almost a whisper. “Your husband is here—and he’s with someo

Adeline said, pointing. “Which one?” they asked again. “Are you blind? I’m pointing right there,” Adeline snapped. They followed her finger. “Which one?” Belva insisted. “The man in the gray suit,” Adeline said flatly. The group stared—and quickly realized there was only one man in a gray suit. “You mean… Jason?” Belva asked hesitantly. “Yes,” Adeline said. “Jason is my husband.” ***

Sophia Hawthorne spent five years loving a man who never loved her back. Five years being the perfect wife — until her husband asked for an open marriage. The very next day, he brought home a pregnant woman. Humiliated and betrayed, Sophia decides to make him regret everything. And revenge leads her straight into the arms of the one man she should never want. Jaxx Moretti. Her husband's younger brother. The family's black sheep. Her greatest temptation. The man with a wicked smile, filthy promises, and a dangerous habit of looking at her like she's already his. Getting involved with him was supposed to be simple. A reckless mistake, a way to make her husband jealous. But Sophia quickly

He made me his wife.Then he made me disappear.Our marriage was never supposed to be about love. It was a business arrangement between two powerful families, a debt the most feared man in the Night Saints MC owed my late father. I knew what I was getting into when I put his ring on my finger.I just never expected to fall hopelessly in love with the man wearing it.For three years, I have loved him quietly, even when his attention slowly shifted to another woman. Maren was never supposed to matter to me. She was his first love before me, his weakness, the woman he protected when he thought I wasn't looking.I stayed anyway.Because I believed that somewhere beneath the leather, the violence, and

"That letter is real. I do not dispute a syllable of it. What I dispute is the use Mr. Vane intends for it, which is to suggest that my grief made me a danger to my own children, when in fact my grief is the entire reason I learned, that year, exactly how dangerous the men around me actually were." I watch Adrian in his chair, and for the first time all morning he looks less like an architect and more like a man watching his own blueprint refuse to hold weight. Eleanor says, "Mr. Vane would like this court to believe he acted inside a family destabilized by an unwell mother. I would like this court to know that the same year that letter was written, my husband's brother stood in a basement a

I thought about how easily he narrated the world around him, how effortlessly he'd once made me believe his version of things over the evidence of my own eyes. I stood there for a moment, feeling the shape of it settle into place. He hadn't just refused to understand why I left. He'd taken the whole story and rewritten it into something smaller, softer, easier to survive — a woman overreacting, a relationship on pause, an inevitable return he was simply waiting out. Somewhere in that rewritten version, I imagined, the kiss outside the restaurant probably featured as proof he'd been right all along. I understood, with a clarity that felt almost violent, that walking away once wasn't going to

His jaw tightened as he spoke, and I could see the anger buried under the calm. “Yet another beautiful, intelligent, lovely woman who just fell in love with the wrong man,” he continued quietly, “who only wanted to create a family, build a life with him… while he was only thinking about what he could get from her.” His voice grew colder. “They were already planning to strip her of everything. And her only mistake was falling in love with them.” He exhaled slowly. “That family,” he said, shaking his head, “deserved losing everything. Because it was never really theirs in the first place.”