Trial Marriage Husband 소설 & 이야기

I watched him see it. I watched the precise, gearbygear moment his entire face fell apart. "Cassidy," he whispered. "What is that." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. It was not a sweet smile. It was, for the first time in five years, the smile of a woman who was no longer trying to make the world more comfortable for the man in front of her. "Tristan," I said softly. "I'd like you to meet my husband." His mouth opened.

“Thank your husband. He’s the one who acts like the world is ending if you get a scratch.” The word ‘husband’ made me flinch. Jim caught the tension, his eyes darting between us as he packed his kit. He pulled Tristan aside, whispering in the hallway. “Did you two have a fight? She smells like grief and silver, Tristan. What’s going on?” “I’m divorcing her,” Tristan said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. Jim froze, staring at the Alpha like he’d grown a second head. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. “It’s your funeral, kid. Just make sure you aren't throwing away the only anchor you have left.”

To him, I was nothing more than part of their sick game. Broken, suffocated, and furious, I asked, “Do you love me, Kenny?” But honestly, it no longer matters. “You know I love you, Mara. More than anything,” he replied desperately. “You love me enough to share me with your brother?” I asked, tears streaming down my face. Our love wasn’t real, let alone our marriage. I had been married to him while unknowingly entangled with another man, with his full knowledge. I heard him exhale shakily as he sat down on the bed.

he continued, “is not just some random human he picked up.” The hall went silent again. He looked directly at me. “She is my wife.” The words landed like stones in still water. Blake froze beside me. I felt my stomach drop. “That marriage was never properly dissolved,” Tristan continued smoothly. “Not according to the laws of the Silver Crescent Pack, and certainly not according to the old treaties between our territories.” Whispers rose among the elders. Tristan lifted his hands casually. “So technically speaking, the woman standing beside Blake still belongs to me.”

The first time I had called him Hale was seven years ago, and in the times we have spent together, the times I had called him that could be counted with one finger. “Isn’t that your name?” I shrugged, feigning ignorance. “You said it yourself that it is only a name. Besides, I think I like the name Hale.” My husband looked at me with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t be like this, Red; can we just forget about all this? I want to have a proper rest after today.” “Oh husband,” my lips widened like a Cheshire Cat. “I am only just starting.”

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

Nathan was in the middle, with Valentina to his left and Jacob to his right. Flashes were hitting in all directions toward the three people seated at the table. "First of all, we welcome all media friends and journalists to this conference," Nathan said in a deep voice. "Today is the premiere conference of our new project. The love between you and me. At the same time, I also want to take this opportunity to announce my recent marriage." Nathan took Valentina's hand and stood up with her. "Gentlemen, my wife, Valentina Miller of Mercer. I hope everyone is happy and bless our union."

"Don't even try to silence me. Because if you do, I'll be forced to show everyone the evidence right now. Every photo. Every video. Every proof of what your son has done." Catherine's mouth opened. Then closed. She said nothing. Grace turned back to the crowd. "For two weeks, I played along. I pretended to be confused. Lost. All while I gathered evidence of what my husband was really doing." "Uhhhh," someone in the back made a noise. Uncomfortable. "What kind of evidence?" a man called out. "The affairs. Everything." "Hmmmmm," multiple people hummed. Shocked. "Mason Hartwell married me seven years ago. Not because he loved me. But because my family had business connections he needed. Money t

"Really? But what about him? Do you think it's in his vocabulary to change as well? Gosh! That person oppresses you too much! Hmm, maybe you're in love with him. That's why you're acting like that!" "Trish, he's my husband, so, I need to-" "And you are his wife! He doesn't care about your feelings! You have proven it so many times. You always try to coax him, but what did you get? Nothing, right?" She let out a deep sigh before answering her. "Trish, I need to be good to him. Remember, we had a deal. And if things got worse between us...do you think our company will still survive? How about my family?"

I only wanted to have a child with him. He had said so many sweet sentiments. "Rach, I'd be thrilled if you gave me a daughter. She'd be like you, beautiful and adorable." "You two could wear matching princess dresses, and I would be the knight protecting you both." He was the most skilled liar in the world, and I was utterly fooled. I paid a terrible price for believing his lies. "Cedric, have you signed the divorce papers? If you have time today, let's go get it done." I smoothed out the earth over Stella's grave one last time, gave her a final kiss, and turned to leave.