Novel & Cerita Evan Peters Wife

Aubrey found herself standing in Evan's room, where he sat nonchalantly upon a plush chair. A perplexed expression adorned Aubrey's face as she inquired, "Why do you claim that I am your wife in front of everyone?" Her words carried a tinge of confusion, stemming from her sudden acceptance as his life partner. Evan's gaze met hers, his hands clasping a bundle of documents.

"Wow, congratulations. You're going to have a niece. I guess yours and Lizzy's child is coming soon, right? It must be fun, having a child and a niece so close together." "That... No, Leora, I didn't want the child to be born. I mean, the baby in Eva's womb." "Hey, why? You can't do that. Eva is her mother, why are you controlling her rights? You should support your sister. Who is her husband? Isn't he angry that you did this?" "She... Eva is not married," Peter said. I saw him clench his fists tightly. His knuckles were turning white. "You know, there's no way she's married."

Evan asked. “Because Eric thinks you’re my partner or I’m having sex with you or something. I’m not sure what he believes. If Peters had been reporting back, it wouldn’t have come up.” Evan nodded before taking her arm and leading her down the hallway. They found Peters where Evan said he would be. “Thank you.” Cat said to Peters, not looking him in the eye. Cat could see him nod, then move off, keeping her in sight..

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Although the two men were both beaten and scolded, they did not dare to react, still bowing respectfully, standing straight. Caroline Elizabeth angrily paced back and forth in the living room, she sent someone to investigate Grainne and learned that she was a single mother, unknown who the child's father was, the mother and son used to live in Levi's house. A period of time. You bitch, I don't know which man gave birth to a child with, now running to seduce Carwyn Levi, really shameless! Besides, every time she met Grainne, Caroline Elizabeth, and Carwyn Levi almost always quarreled, plus some recent rumors at Gloria Company often said that Grainne was having an affair with Carwyn Levi.

Adrian only grinned wider, unfazed. Dominic arched a brow, folding his arms. “So? Explain.” Evan’s eyes darted nervously between us, clearly wishing he could melt into the carpet. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “It’s my wife. She wants to work here. But she refuses to do it under her real name because she doesn’t want whispers of favoritism following her. So…” Adrian’s jaw dropped. Then he laughed—loud, sharp, echoing around the office. “You’re telling me… your wife wants to play dress-up and sneak into your company like some undercover agent? That is… incredible.”

“I understand, sir. However… she is still connected to you.” “In what way?” I asked, arching my brow. Evan looked at me with respect, though his expression was conflicted. “She is your wife, sir.” Wife. The word sat there, unfamiliar. I let out a quiet breath, irritation slowly building. To be honest, I don’t remember getting married. If that was true, then it was a terrible mistake. It wasn’t on my list to marry and settle down with anyone. I only wanted to seek justice for my mother and eliminate the vultures around the family.

“With your… husband and everything. But I’m glad you’re here now.” Her chest tightened with guilt. Ethan had always been so understanding, so mature for his age, even when life had dealt him the cruelest hand. She hated that she hadn’t been there more for him, hated that she had let Liam’s world consume so much of her energy. “I’ll always be here for you, Ethan,” she said, her voice firm. “No matter what.” Ethan smiled faintly, but his eyelids were already starting to droop. The infection and the medication were taking their toll, and she could see how exhausted he was. She stayed by his side until he drifted off to sleep, her hand never leaving his.

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.”

Another of him on stage, receiving an award for philanthropy. Then came the messages. “We wouldn’t have a home without him,” a woman’s voice said over the speakers. “He paid for my daughter’s surgery,” a man added, voice breaking. “He believed in me when no one else did.” I listened, and for the first time, I understood why Ethan would go to any length for this man. A tap on my shoulder broke the moment. I turned. Lila. She stood there in a black dress. Her father, Phillips Monroe, one of Ashworth Heights’ major shareholders. Her family came to pay their respects, of course.