Novel & Cerita Book The Good Wife

But I also couldn't explain what I'd just discovered, that my entire wedding had been built on a fundamental deception. "I need to go," I whispered. "Mara…" He called out my name, but I was already moving, already leaving the bathroom. I grabbed my robe tighter and walked out, leaving him standing there wet and confused, his dark eyes following me with an expression I couldn't read. Behind me, I heard him exhale sharply. But he didn't follow me. --- I found a quiet corner of the library on the ground floor and locked the door behind me. I pressed my thumb against the keypad, missed the 5, hit it again. The phone slipped half an inch down my palm before I caught it.

Days turned into months, still Adrian remained distant, controlled as always. To him, the marriage was nothing more than a family arrangement. He believed his wife was Alessia Vale, the spoiled, selfish heiress the world whispered about. Yet he couldn’t ignore the fact that the woman he married... she was different. Calm. Observant. Quietly intelligent.

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

I do not wish for anyone to know where I am. A reply came quickly. Your husband— He is no longer my husband, I wrote. He has a child with another woman. A brief pause. Understood. Your information will be sealed. He will never find you. The bedroom door opened without a sound. Daniel walked in carrying a glass of warm milk, his expression gentle, familiar. “Who were you emailing?” he asked casually. I looked up at him. And smiled.

"That's enough, leave her alone. After all, she's only like this because she lost her husband..." Those words instantly calmed William down. He gave me a complicated look before rushing out the door with Emily in his arms. Our family arrived at the hospital, with William anxiously waiting in the emergency room. Once, when I had a high fever, this appearance-conscious man did not even bother to put on his shoes when he carried me to the hospital. His feet were even bloodied. Now, I was abandoned in a corner, ignored by everyone. The doctor came out and happily shook William's hand, saying, "Congratulations, sir! Your wife is pregnant!"

After, John walked Sharon to the washroom to freshen up. He came back and went to the parking to get her bag from the car. He pulled out the bag, and carried it back to their room. John removed most of the clothes in her back, and Just then he saw a book in it, hidden underneath her clothes. The cover got his attention, and he pulled it out. It was a book that teaches woman on how she can keep her home happy. Things she can do to please her husband, and how to be a good wife in marital homes.

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

He assured and got the series out of his hands, feeling how heavy they were. “Thank you.” She mouthed. Slowly, she opened book one, seeing a signature on it. It looked beautiful, making her use her hands to trace it. “It was my wife’s favorite book that she had gotten when was pregnant with Phineas. She loved it that she would read it almost every day, just so she wouldn’t forget about what had happened in the books.” He revealed.

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

Valorie stopped before she opened the bathroom door to summon the other wives from the bar, she’d left to follow Julie. “Think about the title of A.K. Crusader’s first novel, Blackmailing the Wedding Planner. I wrote the book already, and no one caught on.” Julie couldn’t help the little giggle as she watched Valorie’s face. “Don’t you think that’s funny? Well, now, I need to leave. Have a nice evening.” Julie tried to move past Valorie, but she blocked the door.