Romans & histoires Edgar And His Destined Wife

Her cheeks flushed. Bibo smirked knowingly. “Edgar, son of the Judge. Back in town, and unmarried. Looks like you’ve caught his eye.” “Shut up, Bibo. Do you know everyone?” “It’s my business to,” he said easily. “Ah, here he comes.” When Edgar asked to dance, Bibo stepped aside, still grinning. “For as long as you like.” Soon Cressida and Edgar were gliding together, clearly enchanted with one another.

It shifted from Ella to Heather within a couple of years. Heather looked at her one and a half year old son who is now sleeping peacefully in his crib. When her boyfriend suggested that they should go out for lunch, she agreed without hesitation. But she never thought that she would stumble upon Ella, the wife of her boss and lover. She noticed how pale Ella became when she looked at her son who resembles alot like her late husband.

"You see, this guy should've hidden his tracks better if he intended to do all this. Now, I'm in a situation where I'm neither here nor there." "Do you really plan to return the money to him?" I understood Wendy’s real motives. "Furthermore, you're considering giving him all the money you've worked hard for and joining him as he tries to make a comeback." Wendy looked frustrated but didn't deny it. "You're being foolish!" I stood up abruptly, frustrated at her indecisiveness. "Do you even understand what you’re doing? "Our backgrounds set us apart, and we'll never truly belong to high society! How many of those men's feelings are genuine? How long can their feelings last?

Lydia was so angry she stomped her feet and shouted at him, "Why are you so heartless? If you like her, why can't I? Believe it or not……" All of a sudden, a pair of dark and cold eyes stared at her. Lydia subconsciously took two steps back. She was so terrified by his gaze that she dared not utter another word. She simply looked at him and dared not act arrogantly. "As I said, she is the bottom line." Edwiin said indifferently. There was a hint of anger on his handsome face. "If you dare to hurt her, I will ground you in Kasau forever!" "I didn't say I was going to hurt her." Lydia bit her red lips in retort, her hands behind her were unconsciously clenching tightly.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

“Sunday. Her house.” I looked up from my laptop. “Both of us?” “That was the implication, yes.” I turned this over. Edna Calloway in her own house, on her own territory, with a week to prepare whatever she intended to say to the woman her son had married under circumstances she had publicly declined to protest and privately, I suspected, had not finished processing. “She’s going to try to assess me,” I said.

"How can you do this? Talia's proud. If she loses the career she built, she's done!" That was almost funny. "What right do you have to negotiate with me?" Eyes wet, he clutched the crying baby. "It's a misunderstanding. Just go home. After today, I'll come explain everything." He sounded sincere as he edged closer, holding the kid. I stepped back, disgusted—but he grabbed me. Then he threw himself backward. The baby flew—almost a yard. "Ah—my child!" He staggered, scooped up the screaming infant, then pointed at me, hand shaking. "What are you trying to do? You want my wife that bad you'd kill our kid?"

The discussion on cooperation went quite well, both parties were equally satisfied, and hoped that in the future it would also produce good things. "Okay, then, Mr. Edgar, I have to say goodbye now, because my husband is waiting," Keysha deliberately suppressed the word husband, so that Edgar would know and remember that Keysha now has a husband, and to break Edgar's argument, who seemed to see that Keysha would not be happy if he were not married to Edgar. "Okay, Mrs. Keysha, have a nice lunch with your lovely husband," said Edgar, with a forced smile. Keysha just smiled, and walked away.

Edward said. Clara nodded. “Ok. I will ask Edith first.” She covered her face and whispered, “God! This is so embarrassing!” Edward pulled away her hands and pecked her lips and then whispered on her mouth, “It is not! You are my wife and I am your husband love!” --

"S-sarah," muttered Edgar, at a loss for words. He didn't seem to believe that his wife had had an accident. The car she was driving hit a road divider and then slid into a ravine. A second later, Edgar realized that his wife was in danger. He immediately got out of the car and approached the ravine while crying heart-rendingly. "Sarah! Sarah! Come back, come back to me. I didn't cheat on you; believe me, I never betrayed our marriage. I never had the slightest intention of cheating on you."