Chris Motionless Wife 소설 & 이야기

I replied midst of laughter. However, the tone in his voice got me more confused and I became lost in the situation. "I'm not joking Anthony, that is my wife. She is Roseline James!" Sinclair sounds more serious than I could imagine. "What are you talking about Sinclair? Who is your wife? When did you get married without my knowledge? Is this a joke or what? If it is a joke, kindly stop at this moment!" I started feeling irritated by the outcome of the conversation; it was getting more and more annoying.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Vivian, his girlfriend, grabbed her phone from the table, opened a page and thrust it into his palm. "It's all over the news. See for yourself. What sort of affair have you been having with a married woman in a lonely marriage?" Ash read the news and was surprised by what he saw. 'The CEO of Vintage group visits Troy orphanage with his fiancée. …. He has a wife at home, a wife only on the papers but it's clearly obvious he doesn't want her. She has never made a public appearance with him.'

Others didn't care. He leaned closer and closer, bit by bit. Then their lips connected. Their souls connected. There on the altar, their souls were sacrificed to the goddess of love. They kept kissing and kissing, until the loud applause from everyone brought them back to consciousness. Savannah's stomach tightened in nervousness as she turned to the standing guests still clapping. It still felt like a dream. She couldn't believe it. Her mind couldn't fully comprehend the fact that, she was married. Not just to anyone. But to her lifelong crush. Someone she had always believed was far fetched. Someone that she never believed would even spare her a glance. Someone she was planning his wedding

"Lisa, dear, it's so good to see you again." "What's— what's going on?" My voice quivered. Kade didn't even spare me a glance as he said; "Lisa is moving in." My mind simply emptied at his words.

Chris stopped her and asked, "Nurse, can I know the name of the lady inside the ward? I think I am her relative, but I want to confirm for sure." "Her name is Laura Travis," the nurse answered before walking off. Chris's face suddenly creased with worry. He clenched his fists anxiously and paced around the ward, overwhelmed with concern. He continued to wait anxiously for the doctors or nurses to step out of the room, but no one came out. After an hour, a doctor stepped out. Chris stepped forward and asked, "Doctor, may I know how my wife is doing?" The doctor looked at him in surprise and then blurted out, "Where were you when her ex-husband almost murdered her? Were you so irresponsible as

but to her shock, Chris held her hand and pulled her closer, looking at her in adoration. “Yes, this is my wife Rita. Honey, meet a very good friend of mine and business partner.” Chris introduced Rita as his wife before she could say anything. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. She was thrilled! Chris actually introduced her as his wife. A smile tugged on Rita’s lips as she nodded at Abdurrahman in greeting.. “Hahaha! Christopher, no wonder you kept her a secret eh? She’s beautiful.. I guess even the most eligible bachelor wants to have a woman by his side. No life without wife eh?” Abdurrahman said waggling his eyebrows at Chris.

“You and Dan are happy together right? I saw the pictures on social media.” “We are.” I smiled. “I am really happy about that. He has had a really hard time. His mom’s death really affected him too. A happy family is just what he needs.” “His mom is dead?” I asked surprised. “Yeah, when he was a kid.” I frowned puzzled. Just before the marriage when I had been researching on the Richards, I had read his mom was Chris’ third wife and after the divorce she moved to Washington where she currently lived, so what was he talking about?

Chris glanced at me briefly before giving me a quick smile, "there’s no way I’d let my wife touch a knife in the kitchen when I have so many maids here." I didn’t expect him to respond like that. But I remembered that Chris was an annoying man. He acted so annoying, from not attending the wedding, trapping me at the bar when I was drunk—I didn’t know if this could be categorized as a trap since I went there willingly, to putting me in a difficult situation when I saw his dangerous side during the cruise ship attack a month ago. "However, Cassie can cook very well, Chris." I raised an eyebrow when I heard the difference in the way my mother called Chris.

I’m finally going to enjoy mine. ​I stared at the glowing screen of my phone, the pale morning light of Geneva suddenly feeling very cold against my skin. ​For a fraction of a second, the old Nerissa, the dutiful, silent wife who had spent five years swallowing her pride wanted to scream. She wanted to type furiously, to hurl the absolute truth at him, to send him the medical records that proved the child growing inside me was real. She wanted to break him the way he had just broken her all over again.