Novel & Cerita Estranged Wife

"You've been avoiding me for three days, Sera. Three days! You won't answer my calls, you lock me out of the bedroom, and now you're having secret meetings with lawyers?" "It wasn't secret. And he's not just a lawyer, he's—" "I know who he is." Adrian ran his hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration I'd once found endearing. "But why are you meeting with him without telling me? We're getting married in six months. We're supposed to be partners. Or are you planning to cut me out of everything now?" Cut him out. As if he had any right to be cut into my family's estate. "This has nothing to do with you," I said carefully.

“Is my sister your wife? The one you’ve been talking about divorcing while you slammed your cock into me and filled me up? Tell me the fucking truth before I lose it completely.” He sat up on the bed, naked and still half hard, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair as he looked at me with that same commanding stare that had made me beg earlier. “Yes, Elena. She’s my wife. Laura. But it’s not what you think. We’ve been estranged for over a year, barely speaking most days, sleeping in separate rooms like strangers. That’s exactly why I came to your agency today. I wanted out for good, wanted someone new who could actually handle the way I fuck, the rough deep stuff I need.

Clenching my jaw together, I shove my phone in my hand. “You are nothing but a conceited and nasty man. After everything you did to me and my family, you expect me to be your wife? How can you make that kind of an announcement without consulting me first? Do I look like a toy to you? Do you think you can do with me as you please? I don’t know what’s going on or what’s in your mind but you need to fix this. I don’t even want to be associated with you in any way. I am not your wife, do not tell people that. My life is already hard enough I don’t want to be on anyone’s radar. So please, stay the heck away from me and stay out of my face”

They both climbed the barstool chair with a backrest that lined the kitchen island and waited for me to fix their breakfast. After eating, the two retreated to their room to prepare for daycare. Then, we were off. After seeing them go to their class, I briskly walked back to my car to return Reynold’s call. He had been calling a while back, but I was driving and could not answer him. “Hey, babe, what do you have for me?” I opened it when he answered my call. “I sent every information I could find on your email, babe. But to give you a rundown. Your estranged husband was spotted in Paris last month at a fashion show. The report said he had been in France all these years.”

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

From the top-floor office in the Verlice building, the London sky was getting dark as it was approaching night; the sound of the bustling city below the building could barely be heard as Adan Verlice focused on the words his assistant spoke. The satisfaction of finally hearing those words was indeed great. Adan Verlice smiled at his victory of finding his estranged wife, who had run away and taken his only child from him, who was but a month old.

Her mother got married and left Top Land to start a new life with her husband who lives in the slum part of Northland She was raised by her mom who is currently sick and her stepfather Andrew Catherine was a beautiful, intelligent, and Smart girl, but because of some problems at home, she was sent to live with her father Justin, and Stepmother Claudia. Life has not been easy for her since she came to live with them that was why she was afraid of stepping out last night with Mira. She put on the new clothes Mira gave to her and left the house in a hurry. Claudia was already vibrating with anger. The business meeting that was supposed to last until next weekend was unduly canceled because of J

I'd handed her my phone without a second thought, trusting her to manage it. She'd deleted Bianca. Systematically, thoroughly, completely removed my wife from my digital existence to make room for more pictures of herself. And I'd let her. I threw the phone across the room, heard it hit the wall with a satisfying crack, and immediately regretted it. That phone had been my last hope of seeing Bianca's face again. Now it was broken, just like everything else I'd touched. "MAMA! I WANT MAMA!"

At present, I have one less assistant, a perfectly good shirt that is now sitting with a massive coffee stain in the trash, a client who loves to dodge meetings and is only going to get more notorious, and a blasted headache that fucking refuses to go away. I shake my head, grumbling all the way as I stride through the empty hallways of my house, loosening my tie as I make my way to the East wing on the first floor where the cigar room is located. I climb up the stairs, realising that yet again, the house is eerily quiet. This is how it has been since the night I married Meera and told her that there can never be anything real between us, two months ago. Ever since the next morning, she has

The banging at the door grew louder, more violent. “Go,” I urged Sister Mary. “Take her out the back. Hurry!” As Sister Mary disappeared with Ava, I quickly pulled on a plain dress to hide the signs of childbirth. My heart was pounding as the door burst open, and Ethan strolled in, a smug smile on his face. “Well, well,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “You really thought you could run forever, little cousin?” I stood my ground, clenching my fists. “Leave me alone, Ethan.”