Edward Holcroft Wife Novels & Stories

Her back straightened, her tone shifted, and the politeness peeled away like old paint. “I won’t waste your time,” she said briskly. “Good,” Rose murmured. “Then get on with it.” The maid’s mouth pressed into a thin line. From her bag, she pulled out a thick brown folder and set it on the table. Rose stared at it. Mrs. Liang exhaled. “The reason Eli’s urn carries the Zhou name and not Sallow… is because Eli is not Mr. Sallow’s son.” The words dropped between them like stones.

Zachary asked in return, "Did he ask you as well?" Frank clicked his tongue. "Last time, my wife made clothes for Mrs. Scholfield, and she really liked them. She has a very good relationship with the eldest daughter-in-law of the Hilton family." "You could say, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Hilton family is Mrs. Scholfield's little fan. She listens to and supports whatever Mrs. Scholfield says." "Since it didn't work on you, she's trying to make moves through me." Zachary's voice remained steady. "I advise you not to get involved."

"What about the woman with wavy hair? You have to save her, too!" the elderly neighbor called out again. "I already sent her to the hospital earlier," Edward replied hastily, not catching her intention to pry for information. Without saying another word, he disappeared from sight. Behind him, the small group of onlookers exchanged glances, their faces lighting up as if their guesses had been proven right. They learned that the one who lived there permanently was actually his wife. Then the other woman must be...

He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul. I turned red from coughing so much, ignoring the multiple eyes turning my way. My shaking hands finally reached for a glass of water, anything to clear my airway, and three minutes of prolonged suffering later, I was fine. After catching my breath, my brows pulled together and I raised my voice, "What?!" It was my first time meeting Art Wilson. In the big year of 2026, our families were arranging our marriage. It was pretty common for wealthy families to want to keep their wealth within their circle. My older sister was still married to the man my father had p

I asked before I could stop myself. Chloe let out a quiet sigh. "My husband's first wife was named Rose. She died in childbirth, and the baby didn't survive either. He chose this name to remember her." I looked at her, bitterness filling my mouth until I could not speak. Her expression dimmed. "You probably think I'm childish for tearing up our marriage certificate every time we fight, but the truth is… I've never really felt secure. He loved his late wife that much. Who's to say one day he won't…"

“Mr. Levi, hello. Halsey greeted Carwyn with a smile, Liam walked over, and when he saw Carwyn and Grainne, he was a bit dumbfounded. Halsey noticed the unusual look and said, "Brother Levi, this is my husband, Liam." Halsey pretends not to know that Carwyn and Liam know each other, wanting to resolve this awkwardness. A smile flickered across Carwyn's face, and he said softly, "Brother William, Miss Wen, hello." "Grainne, did Harry just get placed in the same class as Olivia?" Halsey asked cheerfully. "YES!" Grainne nodded affirmatively. Grainne and Halsey are both overjoyed for Harry and Olivia, and Carwyn and Liam standing next to them both have their own thoughts.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

Didn't expect Talia to drop a bomb like that on our anniversary. I slammed the door and tore off, pedal down, straight to Cresthaven Hotel. "Call Talia Sweeney down. I need her." The receptionist didn't even look up. She pointed to the side. "Fill out a form if you're here for business. Ms. Sweeney isn't seeing anyone right now." "I'm her husband. Tell her to come down. Five minutes." That got her attention.

I greeted them. I see recognition in their eyes. “Good afternoon Mrs. Ottave!” They greeted me. “I'm visiting my husband. Is he in his office?” I ask them. “We'll just call her secretary Ma'am.” They said. While they are calling my husband’s office I took quick glance at the building’s lobby. Like our building, they have the minimalist look, simple but elegant. “Ma'am Mara as per your husband's secretary, Sir Maru is in his office.” “Okay. Thanks. ...” I look at her nameplate “Abbie”

- a woman appears. "Mother, father is back, and he bought another mistress," he said to his mother as if he were an 18-year-old boy. "Aideen baby, go to your room now, okay? Mother will bring your milk there"- the woman in her mid-30s looked at her, but she looked down. Again. "Welcome to the family!" exclaimed the woman, Edward's wife, drawing Helena's attention to her. "I'm Veronica, Edwards's Wife!" she introduced herself as if Helena were merely a visitor.