Einstein's Wife Book の小説・ストーリー

"Wife what is this?" "P-pregnancy t-test?" I said a bit nervous. "I know this is a pregnancy test. But why are you--- wait! Wife!" I became more nervous when he raise his voice. "Wife!" "Y-yes?" "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?!" "H-huh?" My heart beats so fast. I’m nervous as hell! I almost didn’t hear what Maru is saying. I was busy calming myself when Maru open the bathroom. My eye bug out. "Maru!"

"Elaine, don't you ever forget whose wife you are!" Elaine’s heart clenched at his harsh words. Think about it, she thought bitterly. I am his wife, but where was he when we were in danger at the school gate? Now that John is the one helping us, he wants to punish him? Does he actually hope I get trampled to death out there just so Jenny can take my place? She licked her dry lips and whispered back, "I remember perfectly well whose wife I am. I’m just afraid... that President Bo himself no longer wants to acknowledge his own wife!"

Dear God. “That’s not what we are talking about now, son. Your….your wife also said that she was going to change every little thing in your house and also throw out her pictures. Those pictures you cherished in that locked room. She said she’ll burn them and throw them away. That’s what this woman told me. You see why I told you not to get married to these girls. If you had gotten married to Evelyn then, these things wouldn’t be happening.” “That’s a lie. I never said so. Don’t listen to her Elias, she’s lying.”

Garcia, the boss is expecting you in his cabin. The woman Eleanor Garcia, none other than the wife of the one and only infamous Zavier Garcia stood up elegantly and started walking towards the elevator. Her pencil heels clicking against the pavement were increasing Xander's heartbeat with each passing second. The more cold and ruthless his boss is, he got himself a wife just like him: cold and tough but her beauty and elegance was undeniable. Whatever she does it has elegance, class and royalty in it.

The other woman smiled. “Like I could leave this one by himself—” she said. Evan and Jacob chuckle. I smiled. ‘Good. She knew to whom she was married,’ I thought to myself. “Meet my wife, Dr. Estera Roberts Sterling,” Evan said and the woman drew me into a hug.

I closed the door behind me before I directed my attention towards the room Ezabella and I were sharing. I walked over to the cracked door and looked at her. My wife, my amazing, beautiful wife, was sitting on the bed, the covers pulled up to her waist, and her eyes planted on the book in her hands. My goodness, the love I have for that woman. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, pulling her eyes towards me. A small smile stretched her lips as I walked towards her. "Hi." She called out. I kicked my shoes off my feet and slid under the covers next to her, immideately pulling her into my arms.

she said with a small smile, “that one.” I followed her eyes. The title was etched in gold against the faded green cover: The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. Clara sighed. “It was written by the second wife of Mr. Kingston’s great-great-grandfather.” My brows lifted. “Second wife?” She nodded, looking at the distance. “Yes. The first wife… she was said to be very different. Full of life. Independent. People say she died from a disease, but…” Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more.

" Edward said and tried to hide the truth but I saw the Surprise in his face when he realised that Jonathan knew about his wife. "What do you mean she looks like his dead wife? And how do you even know all of this?" Esmay asked in surprise. "Look I didn't want to talk about this, especially now when we have so much to deal with but it looks like I have no choice. Eleanor was my ancestors, she was his wife a thousand years ago, I don't if nature or someone up there is playing a trick on me but I look like his wife." I said. "Elena what do you mean?" Esmay asked.

he asked her. "You disappeared last night all of sudden and didn't say good-bye, so I thought I needed to pay a visit to my son and look how he's doing ," Eleanor replied, her eyes never leaving Eva's face. "Although I must say, I'm a bit surprised to find you...entertained." Rafael raised an eyebrow. "Entertained? Mother Eva is my wife. She's not entertainment." Eleanor's smile was saccharine. "Oh, of course, dear. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I didn't expect to find you... distracted."

"I didn't know you were coming in today." "Last-minute decision." He gestured to me. "This is Elena. My wife." The woman's eyes widened. "Your… I'm sorry, your wife?" "Yes." He said it calmly, like this was completely normal. "Elena, this is Rebecca. My executive assistant." "It's... it's lovely to meet you," Rebecca said, clearly flustered. "I had no idea Mr. Wayne was married." "Most people don't," I said, shaking her hand.