Chris Motionless Wife Novels & Stories

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

Chris wanted to roll his eyes but refused to do so. "Maeve Miller, CEO of MBC Bank and Finance and STB Corporation." Chris answered. "Heard that?" She asked mockingly. The old woman was about to attack her but Falcon who just entered the room, interfered between them and shielded Maeve from the old woman. "Oh! Chris forgot to mention something else about me!" She said making everyone's attention drawn back to her. "I am the wife of the man your family tried to assassinate," she said with a deadly glare towards the old woman.

Especially on Lilyana, her eyes were so focused on the back of the woman who was walking away from him. "What you said is true, Lily. We will never be together again. You've married another man, and me? I'm still trapped in our past story. I still imagine about you. I'm sorry , but my heart says if maybe we can be together again, I don't know when that's clear I want that time to come true." Chris said softly before he finally stepped his feet to follow the footsteps of the two women. His footsteps were quite fast so he didn't have to struggle to line up their steps.

He just didn’t like him. Chris laughed, not caring about Jack’s dab. “Well, how would you? You’re too busy running after your ex-wife in California to be aware of your surroundings. What a businessman you are.” Chris paused when all of us remained silent and his eyes went wide as he turned to look at me. “Oh, oh.” He had come to a realization that I was the ex-wife he was speaking out. “This is no shade to you, Kim.” “Kim?” Jackson repeated, unamused. “You’re acquainted?”

"If Ema has any history with these people, we can lose her forever." "No, we won't. But..." "But what?" "With the way you are acting, I think you'll push her to what might not even be true." "Are you insinuating that I'm acting suspicious?" "No! But I'm just saying." "Just get up and let's leave here. I don't want Ema to be here for too long." "Ok." Mr Contreras slipped into his shoes and followed his wife outside. Mrs Contreras dropped the keys clutched tightly in her hands when she found the door ajar.

His wife's voice trembled, holding back tears. Without hesitation, Chris hurriedly left with a heavy heart.

Wilder went into the study to discuss work. Chris took a shower and sat in the living room watching TV, occasionally checking messages in the hospital group chat. Most were gossip shared by the nurses, and he quickly scrolled through and closed it. Lia brought a glass of milk over. “Sir, here’s some milk.” That afternoon, the butler had instructed Lia that Chris and Jessica were husband and wife, though currently divorced, but with the possibility of remarriage. He had to be treated with respect. Chris smiled at Lia. “Thank you.”

“Preparing for a wedding takes time. So many things to do. Trust me.” I look curiously at him. “Sounds like you know a lot about weddings.” He finishes his food to the last portion, then wipes his mouth, but doesn’t respond. “Well?” I prompt. “Laynie, Chris had a wife… Once.” Arianna bites her bottom lip, and Chris shoots her a don’t you dare look. I gape at them. Mom is surprised, too. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mom inquires. “Chris?” Chris hurls a sigh. “You all know her, actually. Felicity.”

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.