Novel & Cerita Don Little Wife

For a moment he slipped an arm around my waist, clearly about to escort me out, but his phone rang before we could take a step. He answered, listened for a few seconds, and then slowly let go of me. “Take Donna to the hospital,” he instructed one of his men. Then he looked back at me, his tone as steady as if we were discussing a routine business matter. “Elena, I have something to handle. I’ll check on you later.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Victor, I’m your wife. Someone just drugged me, and you’re sending me to the hospital alone?”

It hit the floor with a small sound too loud, too heavy for such a small thing. Her ears started ringing. No. It must be another Michael. Carter is a common name... right? It's has to be.But her hands weren't steady as she read it again. Michael Carter. Not just any Michael. Her Michael. Her husband.Her chest tightened so badly she forgot how to breathe.Sarah's voice came softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"Jessica looked up slowly.Sarah's smile wasn't kind. It wasn't cruel either. It was worse than both it was calm.

As soon as the words left my mouth, my wife Alexia Holt's voice turned cold. "Just because I didn't take you to dinner and loaned a diamond ring to Caleb to save him from embarrassment, you want a divorce? Over something this small?" "Yes." I had a thousand things I wanted to say. But if my feelings were just a small matter to her, then no matter how much I said, she would only see it as me whining without reason. I was about to hang up when, suddenly, from the other end of the line, I heard the intern Caleb Foster's voice.

❧ “W…would you like s…some t…tea, miss?” The maid beside me stammers, eyes wide with fear. I don’t blame her. Word about Lena’s death has spread through the house, and now no one wants to come near me. “Sure. I’ll have some tea” my voice sounds cold, even to my own ears. “Has my husband returned?” “No miss. There’s still no sign of Mr. Delacruz.” The maid croaks, hands trembling by her sides.

“Did he think it was too little money? Well, give him more! I don’t care how much money it takes. Get that standby heart ready!” Adam immediately scraped and bowed and apologized. “Miss Pascal, that crazy man actually claimed to be your husband! He even said…” Adam subconsciously wanted to keep all this under wraps, but he said the rest of it at Elena’s glare, “He even said that the heart belongs to your mother-in-law.”

He tried his best to persuade Jiang Haichao not to do so in the face of the two families, and to cooperate with them on the list, who knows, Jiang Haichao suddenly received a phone call saying that his wife had gone to school to make trouble! Song Xiaowei stared at his wife and son, and could only bite his scalp and open his mouth, "Lao Jiang! I am so sorry that I and Ru Lan are really ignorant of these things. If we know, we must not spare the smelly boy! " Jiang Haichao chuckles again and again, "do not know! Of course you don't know! It was not long ago that I knew that my daughter, like my mother, was giving your son water and laundry and breakfast, and that your son was embarrassing her

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

asked Inder as soon as the phone was connected. "I have checked all the CCTV cameras around the apartment. Your wife is indeed out of the apartment, sir. But..." "What's wrong?" asked Inder impatiently. "We can't see which vehicle your wife was riding in, because the CCTV in front of the building was damaged, sir. We can't track it." Unlucky! Inder clutched his phone firmly, his emotions rose again after hearing it. "Hurry up and search until you can! Otherwise, I'll fire you all!" shouted Inder, making his men shudder in horror.

She simply allows it. “You are mocking my wife,” Dante says evenly. “And by doing that, you are mocking my name.” I lean forward, refusing to back down. “She was nothing before you. She was a liability, a problem I already solved.” Dante turns fully toward me. “Say it again.” His voice is quiet, controlled and dangerous. I shouldn’t. I do anyway. “You picked her up from the gutter,” I say. “I just put her there first.” That’s when he moves.

He let out rudely. Dillon's mother, Jessica, sat on the visitor's couch, placing her leg on one another and watching the drama unfolding keenly. She was enjoying it. "She is not your wife, Dillon," She shouted, stomping her feet frustratingly. She was demoralized. At this point, she knew it would be very hard for Dillon to believe what she said especially when he could only remember Mirabel and his mother. "Then who is my wife?" He asked. "Me! Look at me, Dillon. This is Ivy. I am your wife," She took his hands and placed them on her face.