Novel & Cerita Ben Shapiro's Wife

She bluffed with so much confidence, and that almost made me throw up. “You? Who do you think you are, Sharon?” I chuckled. She furrowed her brows trying to process my words. “I am married to Lucian Houston, whose name never missed the chance to be on the Television, news, and magazines everyday. One of the richest men in the country is my husband, not any ordinary man, Lucian Houston!”

She couldn't lift her head. "Why be embarrassed? You’re my own wife, why should I be embarrassed?" Shane felt good in his heart, and his smiling face was charming. He pulled his wife directly into the photography studio. Once inside, Shane realized that taking photos was no easy task. It was more tiring than marching and fighting in the army. The photographer seemed to be deliberately difficult. One moment, one pose, then another. Fortunately, he was in good shape; otherwise, he might have collapsed in the studio. Looking at his wife, she seemed completely unaffected. The photographer treated her as if she were from his side of the family, always accommodating her. Shane felt a bit jealous,

"But I ended up talking to a few people in the circle anyway. They gave me some information I thought you should hear." "Edward's ex-wife is Macie Smith, and her marriage to Edward wasn't some business arrangement. She has no family background and comes from a non-wealthy family. She's a complete nobody in the capital's elite circles." Elias paused. He was surprised to hear that it wasn't a business marriage. If it wasn't, then why did Yosef look down on Sharon for not having a prominent background?

There are two slices of toast too. I’m not used to being taken care of yet alone by David. I had a crush on my husband. I pat my cheeks when he isn’t looking to calm the heat in my cheeks. I was blushing because David and I’ve never been like a normal married couple. Yet alone in front of our daughter. His sister getting married must have changed David or something that happened while he was deployed.

" My husband, Aaron McKinzie, jabbed a finger toward my face as he shouted. The crystal chandeliers overhead were blinding. In an instant, the warm, elegant atmosphere of the charity gala froze into icy condemnation. "How could Mrs. McKinzie be so childish? Picking a moment like this to make a scene?" "Mr. McKinzie is working to change the fate of countless children. How can she stand in his way?" "What marital issue can't be dealt with in private? Even if she won't support her husband's work, she shouldn't use other children's lives as leverage!" The whispers pierced me like needles, cementing my reputation as a woman causing trouble for no reason. But I ignored them all. Nothing was left i

Then he heard his wife’s voice, warm and bright in a way it hadn’t been in weeks. “Hubby, our Shana is here.” The words hit him like a physical force, stopping him mid-stride. Our Shana? He moved quickly to the parlor entrance, his polished shoes silent on the tiles. The scene before him was both impossible and disarming - his wife standing proudly beside the young woman from the wedding - Shana, while Brian and Valerie watched, their twins playing quietly nearby. The air in the room felt different, charged not with tension, but with something unfamiliar and fragile.

Then: "I'll make coffee." Diane Okafor was not my therapist, though she had the instincts for it. She was a family court judge who had known me since law school, and she was the only person outside the original agreement who knew the full story of Lily. Not the surface version. The real one, including the part where I had carried a baby for my best friend and then raised that baby alone when the world collapsed. She listened to everything without interrupting, which was one of her best qualities. I told her about Elias on the doorstep, about Dorothy, about Marcus.

"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?

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.