Dark Schneider Wife Novels & Stories

Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.” I nodded. “How is she doing?” Alexa smiled, “Better. She divorced her husband who's been living with her for six years recently.” I laughed, “That does sound like Kelly. But what about that her lawyer friend? Didn't he stand a chance?” Alexa sighed, “When she was forty, he did. He was her sixth ex-husband.” “Wow.” Alexa nodded, “I checked her fate, she's doomed to fail in all her marriages. Apparently, she's paying for her past life sin.”

Shane mentioned. "Yes… that is her culture. Though the man would always leave without having a taste." Esther wrote. "Did you resent Trevor?" Shane asked and Esther looked away. "I mean it's normal that you feel something," Shane pressed but Esther gave no response. "Are there no kids?" Shane asked. "None," Esther stuttered. Just then Shane's phone rang. It was Bob. He excused himself and walked out of the interrogation room. "Hello boss, the woman has been identified. she is Nicole Sawyer and the dead man is her husband; Trevor Sawyer.

I glanced at Alexander, who didn't seem fazed by being recognized. "It's lovely to see you again," the woman continued, her smile widening. "Last year, you came in with that brunette, if I remember correctly. You requested our most revealing pieces. Very exposing, very bold. The sheer collection with the cutouts?" She turned to me, her expression brightening. "Would you like similar pieces for this new lady?" The words hit me like ice water. Alexander's jaw tightened. "She's my wife." The woman's smile froze, her face flushing pink. "Oh. Oh my goodness, I apologize. I didn't realize you were married, Mr. Carter. Congratulations."

He explained. "Okay." He was not surprised. "So, is there really nothing shady? Nothing that can explain the absurdity of the entire situation she is stuck in?" He knew why she wanted to buy her own company shares after checking it up a bit. What he didn't comprehend was the need for a husband. If all she wanted was to get back at the Black family, she would have married without it being a contract. Heck, she didn't even need to do that. They were already as miserable as she wanted them to be.

I said. My voice came out clear and steady, carrying to every corner of the room without effort. I had rehearsed this moment so many times that the words felt like breathing. Natural. Inevitable. "Not Rachel Zane," I continued. "Not a maid. Not a mentally unstable woman with a vendetta, which is the phrase Mr. Drake's legal team has been using across media platforms for the past twenty four hours." I paused. "My name is Sheila Drake. I am this man's first wife. And I was declared dead three years ago in a house fire that he set deliberately while I was inside."

To avoid unnecessary trouble, my family even forbade any news about me from being exposed. My grandfather made it clear that my identity could not be disclosed until Hailey and I had been married for three years and our relationship was solid. Nancy stared at me intently and hesitated slightly. At that moment, Eileen walked over, sneered at me disdainfully, and called out to Nancy, trying to claim the credit, “Nancy, relax! I checked with Hailey. Her husband is just a poor orphan. This guy must have overheard something from her and is just pretending here!”

“This woman is your wife?” “Yes, Mr. Connor,” Arnold quickly grinned fawningly. “My wife is 17 years younger than I am. We just got married last month…” At this point, he realized that something wasn’t right. “Hehe… Why do you ask, Mr. Connor?” Zachary squinted. His eyes filled with a chill. “You attempted to strip my wife and put her on display. If you wish to provide me with compensation, leave her naked on this road until sunset.”

"I'm sorry. My husband is usually the one calling the shots at work. All I have to do is spend the money at home." It was an arrogant statement. However, no one dared to say anything about it. At that moment, Marlene shot a glance at the mother next to her. Then, the latter asked Yvette, "Ms. Snyder, what does your husband do?" Before Yvette could say anything, another mother said, "Isn't Ms. Snyder's husband Xavier Lane? He got into an accident and became blind. I think he's still unemployed now, right?" Marlene grabbed her cup but didn't drink the coffee. Instead, she used it to hide her smirk. After that, another mother said, "So, how did you get those clothes and accessories, Ms. Snyder?

and slowly killing his conscience. "There's nothing I can do anymore… because I really love Roxane. I'll do everything for her. Even if I have to lie to the whole world… but my love for her is real." —Dark whispered in his mind while sitting quietly on the side of the bed. After a few minutes, the nurse arrived with the doctor. They were carrying the test results. "Sir Dark Nathaniel," the doctor greeted seriously, then smiled, "I just want to say... congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. Currently, she is carrying a child that is one week and two days old."

Looking at Claudia, Sarah couldn't believe her ears; everything was like a movie before her. First, it was Xavier, her husband, revealing to her that he never loved her, that for the past three years they had been together, he had only been pretending to love her while patiently waiting for her to reach the terms of an agreement that she wasn't even aware of, and now Claudia, her best friend, is revealing to her that she was the wife of her husband, probably the wife that Xavier said he had married for a very long time ago, but she was barren.