Evan Peters Wife Novels & Stories

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

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.

Aggressive. And it failed. Regulatory investigation followed. Reputations fractured. Daniel’s father never recovered publicly. Lucas’ father survived — but distanced himself. And one name disappeared from every article afterward: Evelyn Cross. Daughter of Richard Cross. Minority shareholder. Graduate student at the time. Invisible. Watching. Back at Harrington Estate, Amara spoke softly. “She grew up inside your fathers’ war.” Lucas nodded once. “And she learned.” Marcus pulled up financial overlays.

“Hi. I apologize for coming unannounced, Miss Belle. I thought no one's inside.” “I'm sorry, but who are you?” “Oh, gosh.” The woman placed some files on the couch. “I'm Evelyn Thorn, Mr. Laurent's new secretary. He asked me to deliver these files here.” Slowly nodding her head, she scanned every detail of this woman's face and body. In conclusion, all she had to say, at least not out loud, is that this Evelyn woman isn't someone she's going to like. “You can call me Eve.” “Thank you for bringing my husband's things here, Evelyn. It's nice meeting you.”

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?"

"We're sorry, Ajeng." They were about to leave, but Evan stopped them. "Oh yes, you all need to know. I have posted my and Ajeng's marriage certificate on my social media account. There are also photos of our wedding ceremony there. You can see them if you are curious. You will know that my wife is not a home wrecker or a cheap woman as you have accused her of being. My wife is a good woman. I was the one who pursued her and tricked her with Ella into becoming my second wife."

The other woman smiled. “Like I could leave this one by himself—” she said. Evan and Jacob chuckle. I smiled. ‘Good. She knew to whom she was married,’ I thought to myself. “Meet my wife, Dr. Estera Roberts Sterling,” Evan said and the woman drew me into a hug.

I don't want my beautiful Sheila to lose in getting a future husband like Evan. Andini smiled sweetly at the woman standing next to Evan. Evan's current wife is Jessica Meilin... a famous artist who Andini knows is Dinar's good friend. "Thank you for the wedding gift, Auntie, I really like it," said Jessica very warmly looking at mother of Dinar. Sheila also joined her mother, she hugged Jessica very tightly and said sweet words. "I am very happy with your marriage to Brother Evan... I hope that Sis Jessica and Sis Evan have a harmonious household until you grow old together."

Evan turned to go find Stella. But her people stopped him again, saying she was taking her afternoon nap and no one was allowed to disturb her. Evan was so furious his chest felt like it might burst. She said she wouldn’t divorce him. But was this how she planned to continue being his wife? In his own home, the place was now full of strangers, all of them her people. Even as her husband, if he wanted to see her, he needed her permission.

The number was unknown. I hesitated before answering. “John Evans speaking.” A woman’s voice purred through the speaker. “Mr. Evans, I’ve been meaning to speak with you. I’m Emily.” I frowned. The name was familiar. Then it clicked—Ethan’s ex-wife. “What do you want?” She sighed dramatically. “I just thought you should know something about your best friend and your daughter.” My grip on the phone tightened. “And what is that?” “Ethan and Mia,” she said sweetly, like she wasn’t dropping a bombshell. “They’re together, they've been sleeping with each other for God knows how long now.”