The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

I just don't want people twisting Poppy's words and hurting Keira's reputation. "Zara and I are done. For good." Keira's face turned serious. "What if I don't care about my reputation?" I knew exactly what she meant. I gave her a bitter smile. "I don't deserve you. You deserve better." Then I picked up Poppy and walked away. But I still felt awful. A month later, I finally took Zara to court. During our marriage, she'd secretly funneled my assets into shell companies. The evidence was airtight.

"Why are you still provoking her at a time like this? "I really regret mating you. You've done nothing but turn this pack upside down every single day!" I slapped him across the face. "You think you have the right to say that to me? Since you care about your sister-in-law so much, why don't you spend the rest of your life with her?" Damien's hand trembled. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "You crazy woman. Hurry up and get the pup out so we can see who it is!"

"Yeah. She got kicked out by her husband. Do you know how ridiculous he is? He couldn't perform in bed and shamelessly tried to fool her, saying that anything over three inches was abnormal. Can you believe it? He came up with such an absurd excuse!" Katie burst into laughter. I couldn't believe her. How could she tell her husband something like that? "But honey, didn't you say you'd be gone a few more days? Why did you come back in the middle of the night?" Katie asked. "The deal wrapped up smoothly and finished ahead of schedule," Stefan replied. "Honey… I want you," Katie purred. My heart nearly stopped. What were they about to do? Were they going to do it right here? Then what about me?

“The luncheon… ended early.” Her stomach twisted. She looked up at Ryan, guilt seizing her chest. This was her fault. The luncheon hadn’t gone as planned—because of her. Because of everything. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before the words could form, Astrid and Stefan strode toward them from the main house. Astrid’s eyes were blazing, and her hand lifted, poised to strike. “Giselle, how dare you slap my husband—” But Stefan caught her wrist mid-air and held it tightly. “Honey,” he said in a calming tone, “it’s all my fault. I lied to her… about her nanny. I just wanted the luncheon to go smoothly, and things got out of hand.”

But as always, I was wrong. I always make mistakes. I was wrong to throw myself headlong into a marriage with Daon. I was wrong to abandon my entire life for a marriage that I don't even know if still exists. I was wrong to let Jayden get close to me, but no mistake hurt as much as trusting that he could change and be faithful to me. I don't know how long I stood frozen at that door, watching that woman flaunting herself while Jayden touched her body, but when I realized it, I was breaking my promise. The promise I made the night I met Daon.

’ I embraced her again, she needed it ‘And you came all the way here? ‘I have given up. Nothing else can be done. I needed to just embrace it, the sooner I do, the better it is for me when she is gone’ She replied. My chest tightened as her words sank in. I opened my mouth, but no words came ‘Where is your husband?’ She asked me, breaking the silence. I was about to tell her he was upstairs, but was interrupted with the footsteps we heard. I looked up; it was Xavier coming down. Maybe he had changed his mind.

“What are you doing Skyla.? Are you out of your mind.?! Paul screamed at me tossing the pills into his pockets. “Yes.! I'm out of my mind. And guess what.? The only way i can get back my senses is dying.! I screamed back at him. He sighed deeply and began to say something, but i didn't hear him as the effects of the drugs began to kick in and i fell asleep. The next morning, i woke up with a splitting migraine. I struggled to get out of bed when my door swung open. It was Jason. The husband I've tried so much to hate. “What are you doing here.? After all you've done to me. No apology. Am i even your wife.?! I asked in anger my eyes turning red. He scoffed. “Apology.? I owe you no damned apol

“I can manage without—” “Just accept it, Sis. It’s cute. You’ll like it.” “Promise me this is the last one!” “Okay… I promise. Last for this year—” “Kuyaaa!” He laughed softly before hanging up. These were the things I was grateful for. A loving family I once only dreamed of. Protective… warm… complete. But my husband… He remained the only mistake in my life. And I never wanted to see him again. Because I knew… It would only hurt me more. --- TO BE CONTINUED…

“I say they don’t know me. And I think it’s easy to judge someone you’ve never met.” She smiles wider. “But you have to admit, the situation looks… unusual. Pregnant with one brother’s child, engaged to another?” A ripple of whispers moves through the crew. I breathe through it. “It is unusual,” I admit. “But what happened isn’t a scandal.....it’s a story of mistakes, choices, and trying to do the right thing afterward.” “And Damian Cole?” “What about him?” “Is it love or convenience?” The question hits harder than I expect. I take a second before answering. “He’s someone who’s been there when the world wasn’t. Whatever people choose to call that… that’s their problem.”

Her face didn't move but her eyes turned to ice. "Your what." "My wife. Apparently. From last night. When I was drunk." She turned to look at me with her eyes sharp. "You married this woman while you were drunk?" "It wasn't supposed to be her," I said fast. "It was supposed to be Jessica. The younger one. Something went wrong." "Something went wrong," she repeated. She turned back to Olivia, eyes crawling over her face, her dress, her hands, her hair. "You look like a servant."