Novel & Cerita Estranged Husband Wife Romance Novels

In front of him was the face of his beautiful wife, whom he had seen after centuries. Today he did not want to control at all and he started taking off Eva's clothes while kissing her. As soon as Eva took off her clothes, her body started shining in front of Evan's eyes in the light of the room. Seeing such a beautiful body of his wife, Evan hurriedly took off his clothes, couldn't say if he took them off, just tore them. After that he quickly entered Eva's body and erased all the distance of centuries between them. However, after they united, they turned into smoke and as the smoke cleared, only a large purple egg was left.

. --- Chapter 15: Stranger in the shadow The message on Isla’s phone burned in her mind like a brand. She read it again and again, chest tightening with a rising panic she couldn’t shake. She left more than a will. You’re not the only one she marked. —E That name. Ethan. The man she hadn’t thought about in years. Her mother’s second husband. The almost-stepfather who vanished without a word after the funeral, leaving behind silence thick with unanswered questions.

Elena didn’t sleep a single hour. She had gone back to her room after the kitchen incident, but her body refused to settle. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Adrian’s fingers grazing her thigh again, lingering, promising. Every time she turned her head on the pillow, she swore she could still smell his cologne — sharp, masculine, dangerously addictive. By dawn, she sat upright in bed, robe clutched around her, exhausted yet restless. Her husband, Gregory, was away on a week-long business trip, and the emptiness of the mansion suddenly felt like a trap. A gilded cage where temptation lurked behind every corner.

she said. “I have to go, I will talk to you later, I need to figure out what to do,” I said. She tried to argue but I didn’t listen as I ended the call, her words had struck a chord. I had made myself believe that somehow, I was devoted to my husband. But now, seeing how fast it was for me to be under Harl, I wasn’t devoted to Zephan. He didn’t make me feel half of the things Harl made me feel in one night.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

He’s going to shout without words, pull people into his fire, and make sure Celeste’s carefully constructed return becomes a spectacle she never wanted. I run my hands down my face. Heart hammering. The apartment feels too quiet, too still, like it’s holding its breath. And I realize something terrifying. No one warned me marriage came with a public scoreboard. No one warned me that my husband, the man I married in chaos and love, could be as unrelenting in defense as he was in longing. And I don’t know if I’m ready to watch him destroy her… or the parts of myself he drags along with him.

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

Do I look sexy in this" pushing the door open to his suite room, he was met with the most unexpected scene, with sprawled legs on both sides of the bed, a book in her hands, in a flowy lacy thin white gown which stuck dangerously to her body, doing absolute justice to her perfectly rounded boobs which poked out dangerously through the see-through night gown, his long distance wife was right there, on the bed. She finally looked away from the book which was seated on both palms of her hands, she tucked it aside and then raised her head up, her eyes meeting his. "Missed me, dear husband?"

I went through the motions of being your husband while keeping you at arm's length emotionally because I was still in love with someone else. *I compared you to Mia constantly. Every time you weren't bubbly enough, warm enough, spontaneous enough—I held you up against this fantasy I'd been nursing for years and found you lacking. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. But I did it anyway, again and again, until you stopped trying to earn my affection and just focused on being the best mother and doctor you could be.*