Ethan Page Wife Novels & Stories

I ignored his voice in the background and opened my browser, typing Ethan's name into the search bar. The page refreshed. I finally understood why Ethan had called me. Two stories were dominating every major media outlet in the country. The first article had been published close to midnight: **[CEO ETHAN STERLING'S TRUE LOVE: WHO IS THE MYSTERY WOMAN BESIDE THE YOUNG BILLIONAIRE?]** Directly beneath the headline was a photo of Ethan and Sienna stepping out of an exclusive downtown restaurant. His hand was resting possessively against her waist, his face turned toward her with an open, tender devotion he had never once shown me.

I greeted curtly. “Madison Taylor King?” she repeated, ignoring my greeting. “King?” she asked again. “Yes. Madison is my wife” Ethan said, tightening his grip on my waist. His mother went pale like she had seen a ghost. “Wife?”. “When did this happen?” she asked as she eyed me from up to down. “Madison and I dated briefly in high school. When I heard she was back in town, we went on a couple of dates and I asked her to marry me” Ethan replied.

“What did you find?” Luke straightened and delivered his report. “The man who keeps pestering your wife—his name is Ethan Walter. He was once married to a woman named Alicia. He and his current wife, Emily, plotted against her and had her sent to prison many years ago. Catherine was involved back then…” Andy’s fingers stopped tapping the armrest of his wheelchair. His lashes lowered, casting a shadow over his eyes. “I think I know who my future wife is,” he murmured. A faint smile tugged at his lips, but Luke quickly interjected. “Sir, you must be mistaken. Ethan’s wife is very… different. She isn’t beautiful at all. I have a photo.”

She pointed at Ethan and demanded, “Ethan, look at what they did to Nora!” Ethan raised his hand to silence her. His gaze swept over me with a strange expression. “Nora, why are you causing trouble?” I looked at him and slapped him across the face without hesitation. “Explain when you got another wife.” A flash of shock and anger crossed Ethan’s eyes. He slapped me hard in return, his jaw tight. “Lunatic. What are you talking about? My wife has always been Layla and only Layla.” Layla’s eyes filled with triumph. “I knew you were lying. Someone hold her down and beat her. Take that urn from her and give it to my dog as compensation.”

The little girl I had met at the amusement park who talked to me like we’d known each other for years. And standing beside her... “It's me, Denise,” the woman continued, her eyes cold. “Ethan’s wife.” My jaw dropped. My skin went cold. Wife? Ethan’s... wife? So Ethan... He was Florida’s father?

"Wed me once more." She chuckled against his chest. “You are still my husband, Ethan.” “Then remind me each day why I’m the luckiest person alive.” She leaned her head to the side. "Gladly." That afternoon, Willis entered the boardroom while Ethan was finishing a call with the investors. Willis offered a scarce grin. "Leena’s encounter with the Vale team captured attention." The shares are soaring. “Certainly it is,” Ethan replied. "She is more than just my wife, Willis." “She is the cause for the vitality of this empire.”

he began, voice smooth as silk, “thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate the work of the Langston Foundation. But before we continue, I’d like to share something personal.” My pulse thundered. He glanced at me, then back at the crowd. “Many of you know this remarkable woman standing beside me. Aria Brooks. My wife for four years.” Gasps spread like wildfire. Cameras clicked furiously. “Yes,” Ethan continued, his smile widening, “our story wasn’t perfect. We parted ways. Mistakes were made. But life… life has a way of correcting itself. Of bringing people back together where they belong.” Julian moved then. He pushed forward through the crowd, his expression murderous, but the cameras c

"I know, I know. But that one's been looking at you with hearts in her eyes for weeks now and she's not getting your subtlety. Why else would she be here in the middle of the day by herself. Just be honest so she can move on." "He's right," Ethan's wife, Liv, says, placing a tray on the bar and leaning over to kiss her husband. Leaning over isn't easy for her with her growing stomach. I roll my eyes as if their affection annoys me. It doesn't, though. I'm happy for them and the life they found together. They had a bumpy road to get here, too. "You need to sit," Ethan says to her. She's due with their first child in just a few months and he's been the typical protective, doting husband.

how sincerely sorry he was. Not just for this...but so many things more. But he couldn't....he doesn't deserve it....how can he even ask it. "No Vivian. It is your business. You are my wife! We are not boyfriend girlfriend Vivian. We sre husband and wife...you are Vivian Lockwood now. You have the right to know everything." "And the truth is that room-" "Wait a minute Ethan. Wife? Are you even listening to yourself?" "Or is it that you have forgotten, why were married in the first place? "

She glared at him, but Ethan's response left her and those at the video conference astounded as he threw his head backward and roared in laughter. When his laughter subsided, "I haven't introduced to you my wife. This is my wife, Mrs Moriah Miller, she's one of the youngest surgeons in the UK. In the days to come you will be seeing her frequently in the company," Ethan chuckled, " as you respect me, your CEO in my bespoke suit, respect my wife who frequently in her scrub suit." Turning to his wife, he asked her, "Wife, what do you want to say to them?"