Novel & Cerita Who Are You My Husband

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“Who are you?” The man that was dressed impeccably made his way towards me, sat on the chair beside the bed, his movements graceful and concerned. “My love.” He said softly, reaching for my hand but stopping when I flinched. “I am Kael Dravencourt, your husband.” I jerked back, confused, pressing against the pillows. “My… what? No, that can’t be right. I don’t have a husband.”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"

"Why don't you ask around? There are many people who share the same name, so the person you're talking about might not be the same one I know. It just so happens that Ms. Samson is here. She knows everything there is to know around our base, so you can ask her!" As soon as he said that, he warmly called out to the woman he mentioned. He was right. There were many people named James these days. So, I put on my friendliest smile and asked the smiling woman, who introduced herself as Regina Samson, about him. The woman had been smiling and praising Jasper for being such an obedient child. However, her smile slowly faded away when she heard my question. It was instead replaced by a disgusted exp

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

Jayden seemed to think of something and pulled me slightly away from his body, looking at me with his beautiful face full of concern. "Was it that guy from earlier? Your ex?" He asked, clenching his fists. I just nodded and started crying again, being comforted by him. "There’s just one thing I don’t understand. If Jayden is here, and he’s fine, who was that idiot talking about when he mentioned a loved one?" Maryna asked, intrigued. When I understood, my world stopped for a few moments, and the desperation took hold of me again. "Daon!" I called out my husband’s name like a prayer, hoping he was okay, but knowing Bobby, I was sure he wasn’t.

My husband. I didn’t remember him. I didn’t remember anything

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

I was naked as the day I was born—I'd be a lamb up for slaughter if they found me. Judging from how they'd savored my scent earlier, I could imagine how I would turn out once they discovered me. Just then, another man said, "It's possible. It might be Wilson's wife! He's the only married man in this dorm, after all!" God, he'd even figured out who I was!