Falling For His Hidden Marriage Little Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

If he really was her husband, why would he leave at a time like this? But... why did a part of her heart feel strange? Like... he didn't really mean to embarrass her. Meanwhile, from a hidden upper balcony, someone stood watching the commotion below. The mask he had been wearing was now in his hand. He put it back on before turning and disappearing into the night. "The right time hasn't come yet, Anita," he whispered softly. "But I'll be back." TO BE CONTINUED

“I don’t want to play this game. You’re Elanor, the woman who married for money. We don’t love each other, no matter how many lies you told last night.” “I did my best not to lie last night. The only lie I told was about how we met,” she replies. I roll my eyes, “Whatever. We accomplished making Vivienne jealous. Since it was your plan, it reveals to me how petty you are. Now I know you are hiding behind a façade. Be cruel, I don’t care, just don’t be fake.” “I’m not being fake,” Ellie replies in a whisper.

Pressing my hand to his chest like his heart only beat for me. But it was all fake. When I got home, I still held on, thinking it was some stupid mix-up. Then he said it—he couldn't live without both me and Cathryn. That's when it clicked. Zachary didn't fall for one woman. He fell for two. And he never planned to choose. He just wanted his childhood sweetheart and his side piece. Our "wedding"? Just a private show. The real marriage certificate? It had her name. I wasn't his wife. I was just the other woman.

"What did you just say?" Bianca sobbed so hard her makeup ran down her face. "The baby isn't yours. He's Marco's. My cousin's. My father was afraid the scandal would ruin the arms contracts, so he pushed me into this marriage. The drug... I switched the drug. I only wanted to secure my place." Gasps rolled through the chapel. Luca looked like a man slapped in front of the entire underworld. The wife he had pushed aside for power was the Chairman's daughter. The woman he had been desperate to marry was carrying another man's child. The legitimacy he thought he was buying had been a joke from the start.

I know because I watched the clock. Twelve minutes in which the woman my husband said he loved lay alone in the marriage bed while he was down the hall, and the woman he was actually giving his life to laughed low and soft through a wall, and the blind wife who wasn't blind lay very still and turned all of it into cold storage.

So tender, so intentional, so utterly him that I fell head over heels. I had fallen so hard that standing looked impossible. So hard for the man who was supposed to be mine... both heart and soul. Not the one with the memory of another woman, not a replacement of the one he truly wanted. I remembered the night we got intimate after our marriage in that snowy little town. How he had pressed his forehead to mine, how he had made me laugh until my sides hurt. How he had kissed me in ways that made my pulse go wild, even my body forgot the rest of the world, and my soul was left thinking, This is real, he loves me, and he chose me.

Not on my watch! Somehow, I saw my defeat coming, so I already concocted a make-up story for him. I wanted to tell him something that would make him more jealous and frustrated. With a sly smile dancing across my face, I dropped the bomb that he didn't see coming. "Well, since you're so hell-bent on knowing the truth, here you go. Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife," I said slowly, dragging each syllable, each of my words dripping like a venomous dagger being pierced through his heart.

I clench my fists around the steering wheel. David and I have been married for almost eight years. He does not love me; I know that we got married because I was pregnant. I was eighteen, it was a drunken mistake. Who knew that everything they sold at the bar had alcohol in it. David was older than me and took responsibility as he put it at the time. He was thirty at the time. He told me he would be there for me and our baby, he was already in the navy at the time. Now he is a Navy seal and is deployed for years on end to months on end. He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that.

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

He knew exactly what this woman was up to. "Huh?" Emma Willis looked bewildered, "You're married?" "You just arrived in H city, right? If anyone who knows me would know that I've been married for a long time. My wife was a young and outstanding businesswoman honored by this city. Now, she has shifted to directing and is equally talented." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Emma Willis with a warning expression. The tone boasting about his wife was filled with pride, and the corners of his mouth curled up a satisfied laugh.