Evan Peters Wife Novels & Stories

"If Ema has any history with these people, we can lose her forever." "No, we won't. But..." "But what?" "With the way you are acting, I think you'll push her to what might not even be true." "Are you insinuating that I'm acting suspicious?" "No! But I'm just saying." "Just get up and let's leave here. I don't want Ema to be here for too long." "Ok." Mr Contreras slipped into his shoes and followed his wife outside. Mrs Contreras dropped the keys clutched tightly in her hands when she found the door ajar.

It was Evan Wilson himself, a smug look on his face. "Well, well, well," Evan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What do we have here?" Ethan stood his ground, refusing to back down. "You have no right to be here," he said. "Emily's in there, fighting for her life." Evan laughed. "Oh, I know all about that," he said. "I have eyes and ears everywhere, Ethan. And let me tell you, your wife is in for a rough ride." Ethan's fists clenched, but he refused to rise to Evan's bait. "You're sick," he said. "And you'll never get away with this."

That had changed too, because now, Christina preferred to be in hers. After kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt, Evan went in search of his wife. He knocked once, and when she didn't reply, he pushed the door open, only to find her seated on the bed, her blonde hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head, with what should have been their baby's clothes around her....

Evans asked while gritting his teeth with disappointment. “Dad, I thought that you knew me better. I should be the one asking this woman what she is doing here with you. Were you two in cohorts while you pretended to care? Why is my wife in this house? I am going to give her 5 seconds to explain. Hurry up, little woman” Ethan shouted impatiently. Shit…….shit….she finally gets to meet Ethan , the devil king . But if he thinks that he could come and harass her as if she wasn’t the one who saved his wife then he was wrong. She will show him that she wasn’t that stupid and naive.

Isabel wondered. Viso was about to berate Evan for acting like this but Isabel beat him to it. "You are wrong, Mr Evan. You can't compare Viso's love for you with me or someone else. We both hold our respective places in his life. You are his friend but I am his wife and there is an old proverb you must have heard and if not then hear it from me today. ‘A wife trumped all other relations because she is a life partner.’” Evan raised his brows at her answer. Her confidence and her attitude, he was impressed. Viso looked proud of her answer as He squeezed her waist in

That had changed too, because now, Christina preferred to be in hers. After kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt, Evan went in search of his wife. He knocked once, and when she didn't reply, he pushed the door open, only to find her seated on the bed, her long blonde hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head, with what should have been their baby's clothes scattered around her....

Evania would walk out of Pete Jupiter’s working room when suddenly Pete Jupiter’s next question postponed her from doing so. “Have you heard from Sumico recently? I get a bit difficulty in contacting her...” Pete Jupiter really couldn’t repress his curiosity about his ex-future wife. “Due to my own wedding preparation, I also seldom contact with her recently, Sir. Nevertheless, I ever heard that she’s also going to get married soon...” said Evania with her slightly mysterious and meaningful voice tune. Pete Jupiter looked immensely startled and vastly astonished. He could merely sound out his monolog beneath the ocean of his mind, thought, and consideration.

“Oh, come on Eve, don’t be a spoilsport. Most of the women fight to their husbands to go around the world for a honeymoon or world tour, but what kind of wife you are that you don’t have the charm to go for a honeymoon even after one month of our marriage?” Ethan complains to Evelyn strolling behind her. Evelyn fetches the new set of bedrolls and started changing it when Ethan stood in front of her with a grumpy face. “I am a unique breed, isn’t it?” Evelyn answered carelessly and resume her work.

I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.