Novel & Cerita Edgar And His Destined Wife

I smiled and walked over to Eden, thoughtfully draping the jacket hanging over the back of the chair onto his shoulders. “You drank too much. Your head’s going to hurt tomorrow.” Eden froze for a second before wrapping an arm around my waist in front of everyone and lifting his chin proudly toward his friends. “See that? That’s my future wife. Sweet, isn’t she?” The entire table raised their glasses in unison. “To Eden and his bride! May your marriage be filled with love, laughter, and forever happiness!”

She didn't regret marrying him, but she was tired. After a moment of silence, Cecily continued, "In the future, you will still be Edwin, the Turner family's eldest son and the CEO of Turner Group, and I will still be the child adopted by the Turner family, your sister." Just when Cecily thought he had fallen asleep and wouldn't say anything more, Edwin turned her over abruptly. Their positions changed, with Edwin pressing against her. It was the first time they were so close, face to face in the darkness. Cecily couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his intense gaze and his anger.

Marcellus stood at the altar with eyes full of warmth, looking only at her. Alia, though a bystander in the dream, could feel it—his love for her was real. “He… really did love her then, didn’t he?” she asked herself quietly. But for some reason, Edgar never smiled—not before, not after the wedding. His expression remained tense, like he was hiding something unspeakable. Then the dream shifted. Scenes of their married life unfolded—waking up together in the morning, laughter in the gardens, sharing meals and idle chatter, sleeping side by side… Even their first intimate night, filled with tenderness and inexperience.

Edgar stared at the photo for a long time, then slammed his fist on the table, causing the stack of files to scatter. “Why didn’t anyone tell me sooner?!” Martin gritted his teeth. “We were looking for him, Edgar. But he disappeared. Only now has his trail emerged.” Edgar turned slowly, his eyes dim—not out of anger, but of profound hurt. “If he’s pregnant… and living with another man… the world will think that child isn’t mine.” Martin wanted to respond, but there was nothing to say. “Find him. Immediately,” Edgar said in a firm tone, although his body leaned wearily against the chair. “Before everything… is too late.”

He did not bother stepping away from me and let our position be. “Can’t that wait?” “No, sir. This is urgent.” “About what?” he asked, slightly pissed. I look at Roman. He doesn’t look bothered by our position. Instead, he stands formally. “There was a hint on where Edgar is hiding. We managed to capture his wife, Elise Zavala.” Stunned, I was not able to move in my place. ‘Mother…’

“Edward Matthew, beloved son, husband, father, and community hero. We will never forget you, and we will remember your bravery every day of our lives. Until forever.” Although we were never married, he was my husband, and I was his wife. I turned to see where my baby was. He was jumping over a grave, Oh! No, “Edward, it's time to go.” My baby looked up and saw me. I waved my hand for him to come, and he ran toward me. I took him by the hand, and we walked towards the exit of the cemetery. Outside, my baby got out of my hand and ran to Erik, who was outside, waiting for us. Erik squatted down and spread his arms to welcome him. He took Edward in his arms and walked over to me, smiling. With h

But before stepping out, Edgar turned to Marissa. “Marissa…” his voice hoarse, heavy with regret. “I know I was never a good husband to you. I left wounds that cannot be erased. But please… take care of Rey for me. Don’t let him feel unloved. You’re the only one who can make him feel whole.” Marissa covered her face, sobbing loudly. “Why does it all have to end like this, Edgar? Why didn’t you ever change?” Edgar lowered his head, holding back his tears. “Because I was a fool… and I only realized everything when it was too late.”

Wendy says, bending over to adjust her shoes, almost tripping over her own feet. “Hurry!” Natalia says, and soon, the both of them walk out of the bathroom and out of the venue. They almost have a run in with Edward and a striking woman standing beside him. Natalia assumes that she must be his wife. “Leaving so soon?” Edward asks Natalia and Wendy, his eyes resting on Wendy a little longer. “Yes, my husband has got some important work and I came here with him. We have to leave.” She says, smiling at them.

he murmured darkly, his eyes sparkling like green emeralds, "that is when we will return. Only then will you no longer feel the desire to escape?" Despite feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck, a shiver ran down my spine. However, as I regained my composure, I finally understood the real intention concealed within his words. Their intention was not only to marry me but consummate the marriage...until I give them a child. Only when our child was born and we connected through blood once again, but also a much stronger bond. “No,” I whispered, staring up at him as tears of despair flood my eyes anew. “No, please, Ralph… don’t.”

I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.