Edward Holcroft Wife Novels & Stories

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“I want to divorce my husband and I need help with my son.” There goes that soft look from Preston. His hand was formed into a fist, ready to throw a punch at someone. Like how a brother would take his sister’s pain. “I’ll do the best for you, Hyacinth. Don’t worry. Elias will stay with you.” “I’m not talking about Elias.” She handed Preston the envelope that she had been holding onto since she walked inside the office. “I’m talking about the son I had from my previous marriage.” “Y-you… What do you mean?”

Their mother growled and chucked her fan at Charles, who deftly caught it. "You know exactly what I mean, Charles Michael Edward Humphrey. Now talk." "Oh," he sighed dramatically. "The girl from the Sandersons' ball. You must mean Lily Wycliff." "Yes. That Wycliff girl. Who is she?" Ella leaned closer. Whatever woman held his interest was certainly worth hearing about. "Well, she's a widow." Charles's teasing tone turned more serious. Violet's brows drew together. "A widow?" "Her husband, Aaron Wycliff, was a favorite cousin of the Duchess of Essex."

So I grabbed my mug, the two last cupcakes and followed him down the hallway to the inner sanctum of the Blotter men. I loved every minute of that sleepless night, while Edward told me about his family, especially how he’d fallen in love with his wife at first sight, and how he’d done everything to get her attention, until she finally said yes to marrying him. The Blotter Foundation web had a section of family pictures, and Edward showed me his wife and two sons, one of them Joseph’s father. Sunrise found me still there, cuddling in an armchair, smiling and nodding to what Edward said. When the big old clock in the corner tolled to seven, I decided to go back upstairs to take a shower. Frida

“He wanted to make sure you had all the information to make an informed decision.” “He’s always been so kind.” Elena’s smile is soft, touched. “Even after all these years. Some friendships just endure, don’t they?” “They do.” Chloe glances at me, and the look lasts half a second too long. “Mr. Hawthorne speaks very highly of you, Mrs. Ashcroft. He seems quite concerned about your well-being.” “We have a long history.” Elena is absorbed in the documents now, flipping through pages of medical jargon and facility descriptions. “He was my first love, actually. Before I married Dominic.”

“I was shot by Clara… Clara Rothwell. She is not who the world thinks she is. People call her a wife, a social figure… but she is a manipulator, a seducer, something far worse than what people imagine.” Adrian gave a faint expression of amusement at that, his lips curving slightly as he leaned back into the chair. “This is getting interesting,” he said quietly. “Continue.” Edward coughed lightly before a glass of water was placed near him, which he took after a brief hesitation. His hand trembled slightly as he drank, then lowered it carefully before continuing again. “It started years ago,” he said slowly, “when my twin brother brought her home and introduced her as his wife.”

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

"Is that woman your new secretary? Who is she?" I arched an eyebrow in Clifford's direction as he gazed at me. He then looked at the woman who was looking at him. "No, she's my wife, and her name is Nishane Griffles." The woman exclaimed, "What the hell?!" in awe. "You heard me right." She gave my husband a wide-eyed look. "C-Clifford, no! That's not conceivable! You want me, right? I have a reason for having left, but now that I'm back, we can make things right. N-no!"

"Wait, wasn't Dr. Godfrey single? Where did this wife come from?" I lifted the other copy and faced the crowd. "My name is Linsay Lloyd. Four years ago, I legally married Edward Godfrey. I'm his wife." My gaze slid to the wedding photo on the living room wall. I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "As for Margot Danby—showing up pregnant and playing lady of the house—I think everyone here knows what that makes her." "Shut up!" Edward finally lost it. He rushed at me, reaching for my hair.