Einstein's Wife Book Novels & Stories

While he was focusing on cooking, Layla appeared again, seeing Basil focusing on cooking alone in the kitchen, she spoke up. “Let's see, an arrogant president has to cook for himself? Actually, I appreciate a husband who can cook, Basil." Layla said in a tone that sounded serious but also had a hint of sarcasm. When Basil heard that, he didn't even look at her, but still worked hard at cooking, he said while cooking. “Actually, cooking doesn't matter what your identity is or what job you do. Just put your heart into the food.” “Hey Basil, actually, when I get married later, I can cook with you, how do you feel?”

So it's a relief to know that she wants to come with me, that she finally wants to go home. In the middle of a silent but blissful journey, in which I wasted no time and spent it kissing, again and again, my wife's addictive lips, we finally arrived at my building, the one in which I had a pent-house and had served as a refuge for our love so many times. Without wanting to take her away from me, we take the elevator up to the top floor, where we enter my apartment, and I carelessly leave my suitcase on the floor, preferring to concentrate all my attention on the most important thing: my wife.

"It is romantic, in a tragic sort of way." "It is not tragic." "No. I suppose not. Not for you." Elena set down her cup. "But Ezra has a habit of collecting broken things. He finds them, fixes them, and then grows bored. Ask his first wife. Ask his second. Ask the dozen women who came before you." Vienna's heart pounded, but her face remained still. "You are his second wife." "I am his second ex-wife. There is a difference." "How many were there?"

The hug was firm, maternal, and completely unexpected. I froze for half a second, then I hugged her back. “Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted, a smile curling onto my lips. “How’re you doing?” When she pulled away, her eyes were shining. “My dear girl,” she said, and her voice had that warm, public warmth that politicians’ wives learn in their sleep. “What you did yesterday…” “That bravery. That composure. I watched the whole press and I told my husband, ‘That is how you face a room full of wolves and come out with your head high.’”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

"Did your wife have a meeting with the school board even at 8:30 p.m.?" I noticed how Elon froze mid-air, he shook his head, and with that expression, I need no sage to interpret that Elon didn't know where his wife was. "Oh my goodness. My Nirvana is a hard-working woman; she can't just stay in one place without doing anything. She's coaching the kids in the lesson room" I knew that was a lie, but I smiled. "These women are our good supporters" He took his seat after offering me the cup of wine which I didn't drink.

“Who’s this?” Elijah’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking to me, then away. “My wife,” he says, low, cold, but his hand twitches, like he’s holding back. Tiana’s eyes widen, her laugh sharp, nervous. “Wife? News to me.” She leans closer to him, voice dropping. “You didn’t mention her that night, Elijah. You never mentioned anything about a woman when you were in dire need of my … company.” The words hit, a knife in my chest.

With a silent gaze, he turned to his wife, Maria. She was a small woman who was well known for her kind, gentle dignity, with a smile that warmed the hearts of everyone she met. Her only concern was her lack of children. She and Elijah have been married for seven years, but she has never even conceived or had a miscarriage. The future seemed bleak.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.