Novel & Cerita Book Ex Wife

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod's best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

SHARON Britney once again became agitated and began struggling to speak. I chuckled lightly, "Relax! Can't you take a joke? Why are you getting so worked up over a man who is making plans with his mistress to get you out of his life? You must love him so much. That’s the only logical explanation. I bet his ex-wife, Marianne, loved him just as much, while you enjoyed his attention as his mistress, just like Mildred is doing right now. Do you feel hurt by your husband's actions? How dare a hypocrite like you harbor such feelings?"

I had been his wife, his equal partner, and yet I had been framed by the very people who should have trusted me. "Let’s try the Westbrook server again," Elias said, his voice suddenly decisive. "We might be able to find something hidden there." The idea of breaking into the Westbrook system again felt wrong, but I pushed the unease aside. I had no choice. Selene had been manipulating every part of our lives—our marriage, our business, our reputation—and I wouldn’t let her win.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Christian read and abruptly stood up to take it from the shelf. “How come I didn’t know her new book is out!” He wondered and walked back to where he was sitting. He opened the first page, and it was a story about a woman, who was manipulated by her husband to get all the wealth and she ended up finding him cheating on her and how he was planning with his ex-girlfriend to throw her out. As Christian read the initial chapter about how the girl led a miserable life before meeting the hero, he got a text from Andrea, who was excited to see her wedding ring. Christian took the velvet red box from the small bag and sent her a picture.

Not a question. "That's me" I said. "What are you drinking." "My wife read that book" he said. "Karen Tyler's book. She finished it last week and now she keeps looking at me like she's waiting for me to do something terrible." I didn't know where he was going with that. "What can I get you" I said again. "I just want to know if it's true" he said. "The stuff she wrote. The manipulation. The pattern."

She became someone else when she was with him, someone she didn't recognize, someone she couldn't control. I read until the words blurred and my eyes burned and my chest felt like it was caving in. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that I was supposed to meet Maya in an hour. I had a coffee shop to find and a conversation to have and a truth to confront that was already unfurling in front of me page by devastating page. But I couldn't stop reading. I couldn't put the book down. My wife had written this. My wife had lived this. And I was the fiancé, sleeping in the next room, believing her lies, completely unaware that my father had taken her apart with a single handshake.

Not a business partner. His wife.

Crusher and that lingering sense of satisfaction—knowing he had stepped onto Daniel’s turf right in front of him. His little stunt, however, would have bigger consequences than he expected. Once the gossip spread and reached his wife, all hell would break loose. Alice had always handled her husband’s affairs with dignity, if that was even possible, but she had her limits. “How can you be so disgusting?” “Leave me alone, Alice.” “Daniel Crusher’s wife—right in front of everyone! You have no respect for anything!” “We’ve had this conversation a thousand times. Why do you keep bringing it up?”