Edgar And His Destined Wife の小説・ストーリー

He raised a brow at her eager expression, "No wife, I don't know so please enlighten this uneducated husband of yours." "In ancient times men and woman married first then fell in love and loved each other," she answered him matter of factly. Yuan Rui stifled his laugh. On her face, pure innocence was written in bold letters. He gave her a serious expression and said, "Okay, we can be husband and wife but only after you tell me what my wife's name is." She rolled her eyes at him and sighed, "Wife's name is Zhi Rou, Liu Zhi Rou."

Untouched by disaster. But the eyes that slide toward me are full of whispers. Aria’s here. Does she know? She looks beautiful… poor thing. Poor thing. I hear that one clearly. My hands shake. I lace them together behind my back so no one sees. Then I see him. Damon. My husband. He stands near the middle of the room, tall, strong, with that sharp jaw and cold, careful expression the world has always called “controlled.” I know better. Damon controls nothing when it comes to his senses. He hides them. He cages them. And sometimes… they break free.

The doctors told me I would never conceive again. Everything changed after that. Edgar’s family turned cold. Then, my parents died on a mission trip. And Edgar… he changed too. Withdrawn. Silent. Distant. He buried himself in work, climbing the ranks to captain in the police force, while I was left alone in the grand house he insisted I stay in. He told me to quit my job, yet he was never home. Tonight, I prepared a small celebration—a romantic dinner, carefully chosen words I hoped would bring us closer again. I called him, made sure he would be home. But midnight came, and he still hadn’t returned. My carefully planned evening had already crumbled when I heard the door open.

Particularly since he knew damn well that Aiden did not reciprocate my feelings, that he saw me as merely a friend of the family, someone to be endured and be polite to during the few times we met but nothing more. I knew where his heart lay. With Elisa Harding, the stunning beauty with brains to match who was his childhood friend, school mate and now his co-worker. So, when Julian had asked Aiden to get married, I'd assumed, much to my dismay, that Aiden would ask Elisa to be his wife. But Julian had thrown in a wrench in his plans when he'd stipulated that Alden many me 00

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

If Juan was the big shot in Seamar City, Edgar was his counterpart in Booton. There was a shocking case in Seamar City involving Edgar. He had spent ten years searching for his fiancée, only to find her in prison because of her practice of prostitution. She suffered terribly and eventually died. Edgar then declared publicly that he would never marry. This heart-wrenching story brought great sympathy and benefit to the Odom family. Debra thought to herself, 'This isn't right. Edgar's fiancé is supposed to be the lost daughter of the Blair family. What has it got to do with Shelia?'

Near the end of my pregnancy, when I could barely get out of bed, Edgar started learning to cook for me. His hands were always covered in cuts from the kitchen, but he never complained. "If you like it, I'll cook for you the rest of my life." He had given me his heart without hesitation. But in the end, it was nothing more than a broken promise. And I no longer wanted it. I forced down the tears burning behind my eyes. My voice trembled as I said the final words I would ever say to him as his wife, "Edgar… I want some of that clam chowder."

"Oh, do you have memories of this place?" "This is where I ask her to marry me. And in this exact bench" "What are the chances!" For him to go back here and find his ring. "Hahaha, I actually can't believe she will accept it. She is a person who is too focused on her career. To the point, she doesn't want to have a family." His face darkened. "... But I'm wrong..." I am confused. And he finally looked at me. Then his bright self is back. "Hahaha I mean she actually also wants to build a family and I'm the lucky guy she chooses"