Edward Holcroft Wife 소설 & 이야기

Phung all running from her room to the living room. Everyone looked at Grainne with defensive and hateful eyes. Kylie Elizabeth Elizabeth saw her husband's dire condition and was extremely heartbroken, hurriedly walked over to help Alex with concern and asked: "Husband, how are you? You okay?" Caroline Elizabeth had not clarified the situation and immediately assumed that the person at fault was Grainne. She walked over to her sister's side, glanced at her brother-in-law, and then shouted at Grainne: "Grainne! What was she playing again? What did you do to my brother-in-law?”

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

" muttered Edward quietly, but his tone of voice sounded strained. The Wijaya family was the extended family name of his wife, Kyla. But who was the girl? The data mentioned three names that instantly made his mind spin. Kyla and Diandra? Only those two had experienced the misfortune of being kidnapped during the war. Edward got up from his chair and walked over to the large window overlooking the city, trying to organize his thoughts. The morning sunlight hit his face which was now filled with a mixture of emotions-curiosity, doubt, and a hint of fear. "Kyla..." the name escaped his lips without him realizing it. The girl who was now a part of his life, whom he married in a covenant. The gi

"I hope Edward will do something to me." Chloe heard her and frowned. "Let's go in first. It's cold outside." Ellena pulled Chloe into the villa. She brought Chloe directly into the bedroom and told her about her conversation with Edward and her thoughts. When Chloe heard that, she was completely shocked. "No way! How could this be? Alfred was kind to his children. When his daughter got married, her dowry was worth hundreds of millions. That was more than 20 years ago!"

froze. Her eyes widened in surprise. That reaction alone betrayed recognition. Clearly, she hadn’t expected to see Abigail here. “She’s new. Still learning the ropes,” one of the other women said quickly, trying to smooth over the tension. But Chloe's brow creased. New? They don't even know who she is? The realization settled fast. Abigail—the very woman rumored to be Edward’s wife—was working among them daily, unnoticed, unacknowledged. Chloe glanced over her simple blouse, unpolished shoes, and those red strands of hair that couldn't be missed. Nothing about her screamed "wife of a billionaire." She looked like any other employee... if it weren’t for the magnetic weight of that crimson hai

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

"What?! Oh my goodness! How can my only son be married without my consent? We didn't even attend the wedding! Darlington didn't even know he had a wife. Honey, are you sure you aren't cheating on me and that this 'new wife' isn't one of your mistresses?" "Stop saying that, Ifeoma. You know I cannot cheat on you. Darlington is married, and his wife will soon be here. She is Chief Matthew Nicholas's only daughter; I think you know her," my father said. I stood in the living room, looking from my father to my mother in disbelief.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

MEANWHILE IN ASHFORD BAY: The neighbouring City close to Cedarville. "Sign it, Abigail." The envelope landed on the breakfast table with the finality of a coffin lid slamming shut. Abigail's fingers froze around her coffee mug, steam rising between her and the man she had called husband for three years. Three years of separate rooms. Three years of loving someone made of ice. Grey Knight, her supposed husband didn't even look at her. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, watching Ashford Bay's skyline like it belonged to him. In many ways, it did. But somehow she didn't belong to him.