Einstein's Wife Book Novels & Stories

The quiet atmosphere made his steps feel light as he walked step by step until he reached the main room, where Edwin occupied him with his new wife who he didn't like at all. Kirana opened the door tightly and looked at Melati who was sitting on the sofa with a book in her hand. The pregnancy book that Ernawati gave. "Kirana, what's wrong?" The woman asked, standing up. But instead of answering, Kirana approached him with her arms crossed over her chest.

Mrs Helvig didn't know what he would think of her very passionate indirect confession of love for him while she defended his honour. "Unlike my husband, I do not think that you and my daughter are unacquainted although it is strange that she never once mentioned you. That ring on her finger, did you buy it?" Tynan blushed. Leave it to a mother to be so observant about the littlest things. He didn't know if Mr Helvig saw that ring on Laura's finger but it wouldn't surprise him if the man didn't notice it until Laura brought it up. He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

Abraham murmured, his hand moving to the small of my back, guiding me through the chaos of the lobby and into the main conference hall. The room was packed with reporters. As we took our seats, the noise reached a fever pitch before dropping into a suffocating, expectant silence. Abraham didn't waste time… "I'm sure you'll know why we're here," he began, his voice cutting through the room like a cold front. "Eloise Ricardo is not just my assistant. She is my wife. And I don't take kindly to people slandering my woman.” My woman? I glanced up at him. These particular words were very new and strange to me. Damien never said these words in five years, not before me at least.

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

I glanced at Alexander, who didn't seem fazed by being recognized. "It's lovely to see you again," the woman continued, her smile widening. "Last year, you came in with that brunette, if I remember correctly. You requested our most revealing pieces. Very exposing, very bold. The sheer collection with the cutouts?" She turned to me, her expression brightening. "Would you like similar pieces for this new lady?" The words hit me like ice water. Alexander's jaw tightened. "She's my wife." The woman's smile froze, her face flushing pink. "Oh. Oh my goodness, I apologize. I didn't realize you were married, Mr. Carter. Congratulations."

She seemed to be busy arguing with someone. She was a beautiful woman with blonde hair, slightly lighter than Zoe's natural hair, but her body resembled Sara's. Perfectly accentuated curves by the choice of clothing. Zoe wasn't initially interested in the argument, but her steps halted when she heard a familiar name. "I'm his wife! Emily Edison! Did you see this? I showed you earlier, didn't I?!" Zoe stared at the woman more closely. The woman was E—for Emily. Was the woman kissed by Wolf's wife?

Reality hit her like thunder and lightning all together, her knees grew too weak to support her body. It was really happening, she was there, in his home, as his wife. ‘This is crazy, how did this happen?’ “Elaine, please take my wife, Isabella, to our room.” He gave instructions to the middle-aged woman dressed in a housekeeper uniform that welcomed them. Isabella inspected the place with her eyes frantically, her brain trying to take in as much as possible as her pulse was rushing in an unprecedented way.