Novel & Cerita Ceo's Hidden Wife The Memories We Keep

The news anchor started. “Clyden Gonzalo and Addison Ledger were seen in Haven Hospital, being cozy during his discharge. An insider revealed that Mr. Gonzalo had already recovered his memories, thus his visit to the hospital. This isn’t Mr. Gonzalo’s first time in the news because two months ago, he was in the headlines for announcing that he had actually been married to a mysterious woman for five years. However, where is this woman during his discharge? Is it a mere conflict in their schedules? Did Mr. Gonzalo just fall in love with bombshell model Addison Ledger? Or maybe the mysterious woman was stupid enough to just leave the hot billionaire—” “That’s enough,” Camille said and turned o

" Although she was all smiles, even a fool could hear the mocking sarcasm in her voice. Christine's face turned red with rage. The mortification made her feel like wanting to stick her head in the ground. Chelsea was a nosy gossiper, to begin with, and she also sided with Jerome Spencer, the second biggest shareholder in the company. There was no doubt that the entire company would be hearing about this even before the workday ended. The thought of this made Christine so livid that she wanted to curse Damian out there and then. After noting the unpleasant expression on Christine's face, Chelsea chuckled. Turning to Damian, she said teasingly, "Come, then. Let's go and sort out your employmen

But the story already had. 'Billionaire CEO Lied About Knowing His Ex-Wife Was Pregnant! 'Patrick Montgomery Betrayed by Giselle Von Howard? Or the Other Way Around?' 'Von Howard Heiress Plays Chess While Ex-Husband Tries to Stay in the Game' It was a nightmare. And the worst of it? I couldn't even deny the voicemail. Because she had proof. I let out a breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Get rid of them. No comments today."

I took the morning off and drove straight over. The back exit of the funeral home opened up into a small courtyard converted from an old warehouse. A middle-aged man wearing grey coveralls stopped me. "Sir, this area is closed to the public. Who are you looking for?" "I wanted to ask if a woman came by last night. Early 30s, hair in a ponytail." "How are you related to her?" "I'm her husband," I replied. The man's posture relaxed, and a look of unnamable sympathy surfaced in his eyes.

As soon as she left, several employees who came in later immediately asked the receptionist, “Hey, what’s going on? Our president’s family came looking for her?” “Yeah!” The receptionist looked awkward. They had something to say but finally thought better of it. Those few employees were smart enough to know that they must be hiding something. They hurriedly asked, “What’s going on? Tell us now” “Unfortunately! I should not tell you this but it’s indeed too terrible. Do you know? As soon as her family came, they said that a man outside had kept her as a mistress. They also said that she had soiled her family name as she had gone out of her way to be a mistress for money. They thought that she

“I said, do you remember all the members of the house I’ve told you about? You won’t meet them all at once. Adrian made a point of no one disturbing you.” “Sure.” My resourceful and cunning wife had filled my head with the basic information I needed to hide this memory loss for as long as possible. Until memories resurfaced. There was no telling when or if they ever would. I shook off the depressing thought and picked up her hand. I pressed my lips to the back of it. Her little gasp awakened something in me. I dragged my lips over the supple skin for good measure, my gaze never leaving hers. “And you,” I continued, “are you family?”

If their CEO and the David Cruz she knows are the same. In the conference room, Mariane anxiously shook her hands and took deep breaths as her heart was beating so fast as she ran from a marathon. Fortunately, no one else was inside the conference room besides her. Mariane had the time to better read and memorize what she had to say later in front of other managers and the CEO. Mariane was memorizing her spills when she paused as the door in the conference room opened wide. Her eyes narrowed to look at the person who possessed the silhouette in the middle of the door. As his face was covered with lights. Her breathing skips a bit as she realizes who it was. “Nice to see you again, wife.”

"She came with him. In his car." "The CEO personally assigned her?" I stood frozen on the spot. My emotions began to fail me as my stomach started to fold in. Two years. I'd worked here for two years and nobody knew I was his wife. I had to hide, had to pretend. I had to keep our marriage a secret because Ethan said it would cause problems at work. But Mara? She walked in on his arm. Took my project. Stood beside him like she owned the place. And everyone just accepted it.

Sitting before the doctor with a serious expression, she anxiously asked, "Are you sure, doctor?" The female doctor smiled reassuringly, handing a piece of paper to Evelyn. "Absolutely, Mrs. Pritzker. On your request, we documented your results right away. Congratulations, you are one week pregnant. Starfall city will soon be welcoming a young billionaire." Evelyn frowned, taking the paper. As an elite public figure, both she and her husband were well-known, and she dreaded the attention this news would bring. Fidgeting, she pleaded with the doctor, "Doctor, please, can you keep this news a secret for now? Can you pretend I never visited you? I have some unwanted circumstances at the moment,

I didn't want to be kissed by him again. I saw the door being opened and a black stern woman looking at us. Her eyes were shocked when she spotted me in the arms of her boss. "Hello Mrs Morgan I would like you to meet my wife Meredith Whitlock", he said pleased. "Welcome Mrs Farrell", she said after staying motionless for a few seconds.