Eunhyuk Wife Novels & Stories

I replied midst of laughter. However, the tone in his voice got me more confused and I became lost in the situation. "I'm not joking Anthony, that is my wife. She is Roseline James!" Sinclair sounds more serious than I could imagine. "What are you talking about Sinclair? Who is your wife? When did you get married without my knowledge? Is this a joke or what? If it is a joke, kindly stop at this moment!" I started feeling irritated by the outcome of the conversation; it was getting more and more annoying.

She said it was to help with my care, but I suspected it was also to document these final months of clarity. "Tell me about Dominic," she prompted one afternoon while we sat in my favorite chair. "Dominic?" The name felt familiar but I couldn't place it. "Your husband. He died five years ago." "I had a husband?" "You did. For fifty years. You loved him very much." Hope showed me photos – a handsome man with silver hair and kind eyes. In the pictures, he looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. "He looks nice," I said.

she added, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "I'd watch your empire crumble if I were you. The board isn't too thrilled with your sudden moral compass. They're questioning your ability to lead." Elias's jaw tightened. "What do you want, Selene?" Her eyes gleamed. "Oh, that's the beauty of it. I don’t want anything from you anymore. I just want to watch you both burn." With that, the screen went black. Elias's phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at it and cursed. "The headlines are already out." He turned the screen toward me, and my heart sank. Ex-Billionaire’s Wife Victoria Lancaster Linked to New Financial Scandal.

Had he not shown there as soon as Clarence called, then it would imply that he had been outside listening in on them? Clarence gave him a chilly glance, and Joseph quickly stopped talking. She proceeded to lie down on her bed by herself after using the restroom, pulling out her phone to explore. She noticed her ex-husband openly showing his love for Jenna on social media. His arms wrapped around Jenna, their bodies entwined in tenderness. The caption was 'Love you forever, my one and only.' When she witnessed that, her heart began to ache. He never once had sex with her during their two years of marriage, claiming he was too busy at work.

"Oh, you silly man. The garden is helping you stay in shape." For a moment, the house was full of laughter. Warm, easy, peaceful. It was the kind of air I hadn’t breathed in a long time. Then Dad turned to me. "Eunice, how about your husband? David?" My smile faded. "He’s no longer my husband. I divorced him recently." A silence fell. Mom and Dad looked at each other, mouths slightly open. Dad spoke first. His voice is low and firm. "Hope that son of a bitch didn’t hurt you."

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

With a sly smile, Baekhoon reaches out and gently pinches my cheek. This man knows exactly how to make my heart soar. He spreads his arms wide and, in the next second, pulls me firmly into them. His embrace is strong, warm, and I can feel his breath brushing against the curve of my neck. “Lee Yongju,” he murmured in a deep, intoxicating voice that sends shivers down my spine, “let me remind you once more. You are my wife. My woman. The mistress of this house. I, Byun Baekhoon, am your husband. I am your man. I am yours, and you are mine.”

And there they were, the two individuals I had been eagerly awaiting, strolling along the red carpet, heading into the venue—Rylie and Hans. It seemed like a fortuitous coincidence to encounter them so early in the night. Although I had planned to seek them out, fate had intertwined our paths sooner than expected. A pity, really. Rylie commanded attention with her graceful wave, capturing the spotlight effortlessly. It came as no surprise, given her status as a popular actress and the fiancée of the wealthy business tycoon Hans Kenji Alvez. Hans, the owner of the renowned Te Amo brand known for its global reach in cosmetics and perfumes, had been engaged to Rylie for a suspiciously long seve

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?