Ethan Page Wife Novels & Stories

Elena breathed, her fingers tightening their grip on his waist. "Listen to me, Elena," Ethan commanded softly, his slate-gray eyes drilling into hers with absolute, terrifying clarity. "The contract we signed was for one year. You wanted a surname to use as a shield. But out there, and in here, there is no other variable. I don't care what she brings from London. I don't care what family legacy she tries to leverage. You are my wife. And no one takes what belongs to me." The word hit her chest with the force of a physical impact. Wife. Not 'partner.' Not 'contractor.' Not 'the Tech Queen.'

“Did I just see that right? Billionaire Ethan and his ex-wife just slipped into the dressing room together?” “I thought he was with Scarlett! You think they broke up?” “Honestly?” another voice added, “If we’re comparing, Katelyn’s way out of Scarlett’s league. She’s the editor-in-chief of Forbes magazine. Ethan finally opened his eyes.” I stiffened, trying to suppress a groan. “They’re talking about us,” I hissed under my breath. Ethan’s hand tightened around my waist. “Let them.” “Let them?” I stared at him.

Ethan's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. "Sienna, you've finally decided to come back," he said. But when he turned around, Adrian knocked him to the floor with a single punch and hurled a lab report in his face. "Ethan, how can you be so heartless? Do you know that the decapitated, battered body belongs to your wife?" "Sienna?" Ethan asked, surprised.

"Just stop being arrogant. Change that, or she'll run away again." Ethan glances at the clock on the wall. He frowns, "can you two leave?" he asks rudely. "My wife is coming." "Your wife?" Gavin sneers, leaning against the doorframe. "She's your ex-wife! You haven't remarried yet. Don't be so shameless." "None of your business," Ethan retorts coolly. "You deserve to be dragged through hell for a few years," Gavin curses, "Honestly? She should date other men right in front of you. Let you watch. That would teach you a lesson."

ANGELA I pulled away from the hug so fast that you would think Ethan had caught on fire. “What?” I whispered, amazed at how serious he looked. My job was the last thing I had to fall back on in that moment as I didn’t have a true family, and the one I had married into was treating me very differently from how they did when I had not gotten married to Ethan.

she finally let the word out. “Really Adina?” “Yes!!” she said again, this time a little louder. “Well sorry but I have to document this moment for future purposes Doc can you please make a video right now.” I said, which made everyone laugh. Well, the doc took my words seriously and brought out his phone to record. “So, Miss Adina Miller, would you do me the honor of being my wife again?” I asked “YES! Yes Tyson, I will.”

«Nicole» I stomped away from Layla extremely annoyed. How dare she hit me with being Ethan's wife? That was old boring news, and not a very good one apparently. I was probably getting better benefits from Ethan than she was anyway. But then, why did it sting so badly when she made that statement?

Security struggled to keep order, but Ethan managed to slip through, his sunglasses hiding red-rimmed eyes. As he approached the water's edge, Ethan's gaze fell upon a woman he had never seen in person before, yet recognized instantly: Sophie Bassett, Eliot's wife. He had only known her through the desperate investigation she'd conducted while searching for Eliot during his disappearance. Now, seeing her in the flesh for the first time, Ethan felt an unexpected surge of emotions.

She turned and stormed out slamming the door shut behind her and leaving everyone shocked in her wake. Ethan stared at his hands, his body, then the faces of the people present and he wondered if he'd imagined everything that just happened. It couldn't be that he'd finally lost his wife, right? No, no way. He started to go after Jesselyn but George and Eugene held him back telling him not to go after her. "She forbade me from seeing my wife!" Ethan yelled at them. "Let me go." "Don't worry, honey. I'll talk to her." Eileen assured him. "Give her some time."

She held her chest and stared at Ethan. “I love you so much. Just why did you do this?”. Ethan didn't answer her and scoffed. “You have already overstayed. Get out, or I will call security, and I bet it wouldn't look good for you.” She stood up, looked at Ethan, who gave her a taunting grin and walked away from the office. To worsen it, Ethan's subsequent apologies and plea for forgiveness to his wife, showing a dedicated and remorseful husband, only fueled the public outrage. Ethan was a secretive person; nobody knew his house, his favorite food, and his personal number. The public only knows his family and birthday.