Ben Shapiro's Wife の小説・ストーリー

“Stop joking with me! Help me clear my name! How can you just stand by while someone uses dirty tricks to ruin your wife?” That final word—“wife”—sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Emma truly had no shame left. She dared to remind him of a title she had single-handedly destroyed. Even the bystanders were furious on Alden’s behalf. At the lowest point of disgrace, she still refused to admit fault. Still greedy. Still shamelessly clinging to a title that no longer belonged to her. It was pathetic… and utterly despicable.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

I reached his ward, slid the door open, and stepped inside. “Good morning, husb—” The words died in my throat. My fingers tightened around the basket handle at the sight in front of me—Nathaniel was sitting up in bed. And seated way too close to him was that fucking ginger-haired—Shoshana Bates. His ex-fiancée. The woman who was supposed to be his wife—until he got confined to a wheelchair, and her family canceled their perfect, fairytale wedding. She looked just as flawless as ever, dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a beige skirt.

When Evan moved to his marital home, the Thompsons asked her to take care of the newlywed couple. She had known Shantelle since she was in high school. The Scotts were constant visitors to the Thompson's home. Thus, Mrs. Shaw was aware of her kind nature, but Shantelle slowly changed since she married Evan. Mrs. Shaw tried to mind her own business, but this time, she could not help but give Shantelle her advice. If they were both unhappy with the marriage, why stay? "Have you decided?" Mrs. Shaw asked. Shantelle nodded and faintly replied, "Yes, I have."

he said again Stella nodded, she immediately explained that the woman who was currently sitting in front of her was Shaquelle. The wife of a businessman named Jerry, and the wife who impudently passed away by her husband while pregnant. Not to mention that her husband is currently in a coma due to an accident. "I still can't believe it, please state your full name." said Fabiola. "Shaquelle Tiffany Bryce." he replied and made Fabiola gawk. ***

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Cooper." Thanks to Marianne, I already knew who to expect at the party. And I didn't go there without my homework. Vivian, Sharon, and Katherine all went to the same business school as their husbands and my husband. Crystal and her husband had recently moved to the city. The other two blond ladies were Camila, the social worker whose husband was a diamond merchant, and Reshma, the only heir of Bakshi Textiles, unmarried.

One of the entertainment news anchor said facing the screen as they zoomed in on one of the pictures I had taken today and compared it with all the other pictures I had taken with my rings on. "A reliable source who has chosen to remain anonymous informed us that Aleena Berkeley, the supposed mistress, moved into their home and since then Ariana had moved out of the house. It is obvious that their marriage is hitting the rocks and it's so sad that they're ending things this roughly because they've been one of America's favorite couple for a while and it's heartbreaking to see them split up so soon." The dude who I was seeing for the first time on screen said.

The moment the headlines filled my screen, I went still. Billionaire CEO Xavier Combs Marries in Secret. Former Singer Sharon Miles Emerges as Xavier Combs’ New Wife. I stared at the words until they blurred. Then I saw the picture attached to one of the stories. It was not clear enough to please me, but it was clear enough to confirm the insult. Sharon was standing beside Xavier. She looked tired and pale, but it was her. My fingers tightened around the phone so hard that I thought the screen might crack. Married.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.