160 Book(s) Related to Husband

I watched my husband choose another woman over me.
Less than three seconds. That's all it took for Dr. Colton Whitmore to decide which pregnant woman to save first during the December storm. Me—his wife, bleeding out from a car crash. Or Sienna—his high school crush, back in town and conveniently helpless.
"She's an athlete," he told the nurse. "She can handle it."
Handle what? Dying while he shopped for another woman's baby supplies?
While I hemorrhaged in a hospital hallway, forty-two strangers donated blood to keep me alive. My own husband wasn't one of them.
But this small town has eyes. And Facebook. And a very long memory.
Everyone saw his choice. Everyone knows the truth.
Now it's my turn to choose.
And unlike him, I won't need three seconds to decide.

I am Scarlett King, heiress to a Texas oil empire and a woman who has died once before.

In my past life, I thought my marriage to cowboy Colt was nothing more than mutual respect and distant politeness. It wasn't until I was sorting through his belongings after his death that I discovered the truth—those yellowed photographs, handwritten love poems, a decade's worth of secret devotion...

"She is the brightest star in all of Texas, while I am merely a shadow lost in the dust..."

Ten years! He had loved me in silence for ten whole years, never daring to speak his heart!

Reborn to the moment we first met, I watch this young cowboy who can't even meet my eyes, and something wild ignites within my chest.

"This time, I won't let you slip away."

During riding lessons, I press against his muscled thigh, feeling his body's unmistakable response as I smile with satisfaction. "Your heart is racing so fast... is it because of me?"

"Don't look at me like that," his voice trembles. "I might lose control."

"Then lose control for me."

My worthless husband murdered me in cold blood, along with our six-month-old unborn child.

Reborn at my own mating ceremony, I boldly rejected the weakling ex who couldn't even complete his wolf transformation, and shocked everyone by proposing to his powerful Alpha father!

"Alpha Dominic, make me your Luna! I'll give the Storm Pack the true Alpha heirs they deserve!"

The entire pack was stunned—a lowly Omega from nowhere just shattered centuries of tradition!

But when I conceived Alpha triplets, the werewolf world exploded. A miracle that happens once in a lifetime!

They say love means never having to say you're sorry. But what if the man who promised to love you points a gun-wielding stranger straight at your heart?

My name is Victoria Kingsley. Three months ago, I was Orange County's perfect housewife. Then my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me at gunpoint. That's when I discovered my marriage was built on my father's suicide, stolen retirement funds, and a criminal conspiracy that made me the perfect scapegoat.

Marcus thought he married a naive housewife. He was wrong.

After spending a full day at the FBI analyzing criminal profiles, I dragged my exhausted body home to find Marcus down on one knee, surrounded by candles and roses filling the entire room.

"Isabella, marry me." He stared at me with something in his eyes that I mistook for devotion at the time. "Let's have the wedding soon. I can't wait any longer."

That ring was everything I wanted—being with him, away from all those bloody cases.

"Yes." Tears came instantly. "Yes, I will."

How could I say no? We were such a perfect match. I'd helped him with his AI project, doing behavioral analysis; and he gave me warmth beyond the hunt for killers.

But as he slipped that ring onto my finger, how could I have known I was embracing a monster?

Our wedding? It won't be a celebration.

It will be his doom.

On my wedding night, my husband Tyler pushed me onto the poker table as his final bet.

"She's just a retard anyway—perfect for getting rid of a problem," he sneered.

That moment, I thought my life was completely over.

Until the man in the delivery uniform won me, gently called me "princess," and filled his tiny apartment with pink dresses just for me.

I thought I'd found a kind, poor guy.

I thought this was the only warmth in my pathetic life.

Until that day at the TED conference, when five hundred million viewers watched him walk onto the stage, and the big screen displayed "Phantom AI Founder, Net Worth: $52 Billion"...

Tyler was on his knees, sobbing: "Please spare our family..."

And my "delivery boy" stroked my hair, saying: "Emma, I built this empire to be worthy of you someday."

What if your greatest sacrifice became your deepest regret?

Sarah Miller believed love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts, and funding her husband's coding dreams. When Jake's app hit one million downloads, she thought they'd finally taste success.

But success brought shame, not gratitude. Jake demanded a "low-key marriage," listed himself as "Single" on LinkedIn, and denied his family on national TV. Sarah wasn't a wife anymore; she was a stain on his success.

When their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: gaining everything means losing yourself, while losing it all can make you whole.

When I knelt before the Five Families, begging for my brother Marco's life, my Mafia husband Alexander looked at me with cold indifference: "Getting involved now would trigger an all-out war. I can't destroy everyone's interests for a failed family."

A failed family? That was my own blood!

Marco died under Russian bullets, and I discovered it was all Alexander's elaborate conspiracy. Even more cruel—the bitch who killed my first child two years ago was still alive. She had always been Alexander's mistress!

"Did you really think Alexander would kill his favorite bed partner for you?" Sophia mocked.

When I became pregnant again, I knew I had to escape this monster. The fake death drug was my only hope. I'd rather die than remain his plaything.

But what I didn't know was that when Alexander held my "corpse" in his arms, that cold-blooded Mafia boss completely lost his mind...

I thought I had married the love of my life, until I discovered he planned to use my womb as a sacrifice for his mistress.

For five years, I gave Dax everything—my brilliance, my body, my soul. I believed we were building a future together, trying for the baby that would complete our Silicon Valley fairy tale.

Then I overheard the conspiracy that shattered my world: defective embryos implanted in my body, followed by a hysterectomy disguised as "medical complications." All to clear the path for Ada and their "perfect heir."

In that moment, I realized I had never been his wife—I was just a disposable vessel.

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman with an MIT degree and nothing left to lose.

Love had made me blind, but betrayal made me brilliant.

I died three times.

The first time, at seven, when my father remarried. I learned to always be the second choice.

The second time, at twenty-eight, when my husband betrayed me. I discovered I had never existed in his heart.

The third time, when the doctor told me I had six months to live. That's when I finally came alive.

They called me the perfect wife, the understanding daughter, the strong sister. They said I was always so considerate, so selfless. What they didn't know was that every act of "understanding" was killing the real me.

When I discovered on our fifth anniversary that my husband Phoenix's fourteenth "client emergency" in three months was actually him running to comfort my mentally unstable step-sister Dahlia—when I held that psychiatric emergency consultation card in my hands, when I saw the lipstick stains on his shirt—I knew it was time.

Not time to forgive. Not time to save our marriage. Time to let everyone know: some women would rather die with their secrets than live in lies.

I signed my cancer diagnosis and divorce papers on the same day. They thought I'd lost my mind.

Truth is, I'd never been more sane.