Einstein's Wife Book Novels & Stories

Alina shook her head faintly. “No.” A pause. “I’m just no longer pretending it didn’t hurt.” Silence. Heavy. Then Lucien noticed something else. Ethan was watching from across the room. Waiting. Patient. Interested. Something dark moved instantly through Lucien’s expression again. Possessiveness. Sharp and immediate. “She’s still my wife,” he said suddenly. Alina looked at him for a long second. Then calmly replied, “Only on paper.” That answer hit him harder than expected. Because she said it without emotion.

She got up from her chair and made her way up to her bedroom. “He’s my husband, not hers,” Elena mumbled stubbornly. "This is not the same as fighting over grades. David is a real person with choices! A shitty person, I might add." Evangeline trailed up the stairs behind Elena, trying to convince her. "Well, newsflash. That shitty person is my husband, and I’m carrying his baby. So no! I’m not letting her have him," Elena angrily spun around to face Evangeline. “You’re crazy! Absolutely crazy,” Evangeline shook her head in disbelief as Elena entered her bedroom and she followed behind.

Many people had been fascinated by her since long ago; she had just been too focused on studying at the time. Once Cassandra finished organizing her books, she looked at me. “Hm, I already said that Sebastian is my husband. He apparently rarely looks at social media or anything like that.” I was surprised at that moment. I almost said that they actually looked similar in some ways. But in the end, I closed my mouth—there was no need to say it. We were just about to leave to meet Professor Johnson when the woman Cassandra had mentioned earlier stopped us as we were exiting the classroom.

Elena smirked, she came to realize Jane Dovey and Emir Drake could be a very intelligent couple and a powerful couple… “We should involve his wife in this story…” she looked at Elena and put her glasses down on the desk. “My law educational background could be helpful in this, honey…and I am pretty sure his wife could be benefited in this case…”

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

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.

There were probably very few men who could stay indifferent to a body like mine. And yet my husband had shown no reaction at all. Maybe we had been apart too long, and he just needed time to adjust? No… if anything, after three months apart, he should have been just as desperate as I was. Could it be that he already had another woman? I quickly forced the thought out of my mind. My husband was kind and considerate. If anyone had done something shameful, it was me, nearly getting involved with that man on the train. He was probably just exhausted from work and had no energy left.

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.

Rose's POV It has been weeks but from my perspective, I would say it has been months since my husband caught me in a room with Ibrahim, that mothefucker!. He has been giving me the cold silent treatment for weeks even after we got back to New York and thanks to him, I can't work anywhere, I just sit in the house and do nothing. "ma'am, your breakfast is ready" the chef called out to me as I stared at the clouds, lost and drowned in my thoughts

The large office became very quiet, filled only with the heavy tension between Elias and his parents. "What are you doing here?" Elias asked, not standing up from his chair. "I am busy with the market reports." Beatrice walked over to the desk and slammed her designer bag down. "Elias! How can you sit there and talk about reports? Have you seen the internet? Have you seen what that girl did?" "Her name is Thea, Mother. And she is my wife," Elias said coldly.