Cerita Panas Istri Mga Nobela at Kwento

Luther did nothing but help. “Nagaalala ka ba?! Bakit ka nagaalala sa abogado mo? May namamagitan ba sa inyo?” “Ano?” napasinghap siya. She sighed in disbelief. Kahit ata magunaw ang mundo ay hindi magbabag ang pakikitungo ng mga Ferell sa kanya. Ano pa kayang aasahan ni Riva? “Ah basta! Take the deal! Ang dating asawa mo nakakulong ngayon dahil sa’yo! Hindi ka ba naaawa?”

Dirinya kini istri dari Affandra Adiaksa Pranajaya, pria yang tiga tahun lalu merenggut kesuciannya dalam asmara satu malam, di sebuah apartemen. Oh, tidak! Bukan dia merenggut kehormatan, tapi Zie yang menyerahkannya dengan tanpa rasa malu, karena berada dalam pengaruh obat perangsang. Iya, itulah kejadian yang sebenarnya. Mengingat lagi hal tersebut, rasa malu menyelimuti aura wanita pemilik mata beriris coklat madu itu. Debur di dada membawanya pada tingkat tak terkendali.

Stella spat venomously. "Whoa! You need to relax." Iris uttered politely with a smile. "You love him?" She asked without any exchange of pleasantries. "I am Iris" Iris forwarded her hand for a shake but she was in a rough mood. How else did she expect her to be? She was of the illusion that Iris was trying to get with her husband while the truth is that her husband is exclusively hers primarily and prodigiously hers with no acclimation of anybody. "He loves me; only me" she spoke possessively and fiercely.

I could hardly believe my ears and asked in shock, “You want me to take care of your lover?” Snow looked up sharply. She was furious. “Jared, what’re you saying? What do you mean by ‘take care of my lover’? You know I can’t cook, and I can’t look after him! I only want you to make a few meals. Do you have to be so harsh? Yulan is weak and has had stomach problems for years! Can’t you show a little empathy?” “Then, take him to the hospital! Don’t make me feel even more disgusted with you!”

Whom did this bastard thinks she is? "Are you sure you are not mistaken, madam. Did you not hear of the wedding that took place between my husband and I?" Cecilia asked, thinking that this stranger before her won't have a deep knowledge of the kind of relationship that susbsists between her and Nathaniel Dave. "Oh!" Isabel faced Irene," Irene, there was a wedding you told me about, you said the wedding turned into chaos because some videos were played to prove that the bride was a murderer and a conspirator?"

Isti tried to understand and support her husband, but more and more he became distant and cold towards her. One night, while the wife was waiting for her husband to come home from work, she saw something that broke her heart. Her husband came home with another woman, they were laughing and joking at the door. Isti felt like she had been stabbed by a sharp knife, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.

"A man who loves his wife isn't rare, but one who dares say it out loud like this—that's special. No wonder that woman fell for him." "Doesn't matter if she did—he doesn't love her back. Trying to win love through murder? That's insane." Hearing the crowd praise their so-called devotion, Isla grew even more arrogant. "I've got nothing more to say to you. Just hand over the prize ticket. For the sake of our friendship, I'll let bygones be bygones—pushing me into the river, trying to seduce my husband, I'll forget it all and never mention it again."

Trying to contact Dita. "No need to bother. I've seen everything. It seems there is a happy date with a beautiful woman named Citra, " Dita replied out of the room with a dirty plate. Dita casually passes Jay in the kitchen. Put dirty dishes in the sink. "Jay, you are evil. You failed to be a husband to me."

I hissed, seething with frustration, “Like I said, Luca, it's none of your damned business.” I snapped right back, ripping his hands off my neck before pushing him off, turning him around so that his back had hit the faucet and my elbow was pinned against his neck. “You are My wife Isabella!.” “I'm not! I'm just your trophy! Remember!” I asked, responding, my voice rising. Silence engulfed us both for our hearts hammering against each other's chest, heat spiked on my skin as a sheen of sweat formed on my temples.

It made her blood boil. "Tell m-me, wh-where is he? Why..." "You seem to love your husband... Even though he is a jerk." "Wh-what are y..." Irene smiled at Alora and getting up, she put an envelope on the side of the bed. "Since you want to know where your husband is, I will tell you... Your dear husband might be busy sleeping with his new wife while you are on the hospital bed..." "No, h..."