Novel & Cerita Anothers Wife

Out of all the people in the damn world, she had to get tangled up with him. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I scrolled further. More pictures. More headlines. More fuel for the fire that was rapidly consuming my last shred of control. “Billionaire Angelo’s Wife Spotted Cozying Up to Rival in a Nightclub!” “Angelo’ s wife Getting Handsy with a New Man?” “Trouble in Paradise? Angelo’s Wife and His Biggest Competitor in an Intimate Dance!” My jaw locked so tightly it ached. My fingers curled tighter around my phone until—

A smile slowly spread across her face as she remarked, "You bear a striking resemblance to my husband. Even his beloved white attire suits you perfectly." Valentine Anderson's confusion deepened at her words, a multitude of questions swirling in his mind. Taking a moment to compose himself, he finally asked, "Where is my wife, Andrea Singers?"

The only time she spoke that day was later in the afternoon when D'Angelo and Kira visited. "Do you know anything specific about Anthony's wife?” “All I know is that she has a daughter. From what Anthony told me, their marriage wasn’t one of love. She even had an ex-husband who died, though I don’t know the details." Gwen, silent and brooding, suddenly looked sharply in my direction. "I didn’t know that. “ I gave her a bitter smile, unable to resist a jab. "Yet you kept acting like you knew everything about Vivian."

I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around. "You're also my friend and it's not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend." She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her. I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in. I was expecting a message from Alvin but it instead is a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

Trying not to look like the jealous and insecure wife everyone wanted to believe I was. Jason listened. He didn’t interrupt me. So I continued. “Then there was another woman.” Jason looked surprised. “Another one?” I nodded. “Yes.” I picked up the bottle of water and poured some into my glass. “My husband has another baby mama. ” Jason slowly leaned back in his chair. “Oh.” “Yes. Oh.” I laughed, but tears filled my eyes again. “My life is actually a joke.” “And then there is Kamara.” Jason’s eyes remained on me. I told him about Kamara. About all the things that had happened since I married David.

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Then, I threw it straight at her face. “Hello everyone, I’m Yale Xenford. Wendy just introduced me as her husband on stage. After looking into the matter, I discovered that she and her student, Felix Lawrence, already registered their marriage in Malland.” Xavier immediately displayed their marriage records on the big screen. He also displayed the photos from their wedding ceremony at the church. [Holy crap, isn’t this bigamy? How could she do this?] [Did she think no one would find out just because it happened overseas? She was still pretending they were a loving couple moments ago! It’s no wonder Dr. Xenford couldn’t even look at her. She’s disgusting!]