Novel & Cerita Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife

don't refer yourself as my wife cause I am not your husband ", he left their sight instantly Candida stood speechless, she couldn't believe Fredo will let her down this year

people are going to love it. He's furious and I don't expect it when he comes at full speed in front of me. -Ella I'm warning you. You have no interest in going overboard. You don't know what I'm capable of. -And I am capable of anything to save my marriage. So I warn you, find a way to get rid of this gross idea of ​​divorce and the video I have will quickly be forgotten. You don't want my father to find out that you're sleeping with his wife while his back is turned while he helps you with your shady business. It would be really sad since with all he has as proof he could easily destroy you

I said. " Well if you are right, that will explain her fatigue, the dark circles and skin discolouration," Melena said. " How," I asked, trying to know what was going on, and trying to be strong at the same time. This was all my fault. I must have put Nifrem in her. I felt so stupid. I had fallen into the trap. I had done exactly what Adam wanted. I held myself together trying hard not to cry. I was good at physical combats. Fighting my enemies physically was easy, this possession shit wasn't my turf. How would I be able to save my wife when I didn't know how to defeat the parasite in her body.

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation. In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well. Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

While working overtime late into the night, I suddenly received a video from my wife. "Honey, there's a homeless man outside our door. I'm so scared!" In the video, a disheveled man was sitting outside my house. He occasionally muttered strange, unintelligible words. I immediately got permission to leave work and drove home, but on the way back, I got into a car accident. Only after I died did I learn the truth. It was a prank that had gone viral online. The footage of the homeless man had been generated using AI. What I never expected was that my wife's male best friend had taught her how to pull it off. They had even tampered with my car's brakes in advance. Worse still, the two of

Sophie's outspoken nature was not very good for my wife's sensitive nature and so I had to warn her at once. My own words echoed in my head. She is Crystal Adrien Russell. She. Is. My. Wife. A frown on her face makes my blood boil. Boy, I was in trouble. I couldn't decline anymore that I was falling for my wife. Hard.

Sarah said to Lucy. "Well, prevention is better than cure, my dear friend. If you aren't sure about this marriage, call it off before Sunday. Today is Friday, and you still have this night and tomorrow to do that. Think about it," Lucy said to Sarah, and she nodded in reply. At the same time, she received a notification on her phone that was beside her on the chair. Taking the phone, she unlocked it to see the notification, but once she saw it, she widened her eyes in surprise. It was the video of Xavier and Charles fighting in front of Quim Corporation, and the video had already gone viral. To be continued...

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

My best friend and her boyfriend started a couples' vlog channel together, and it recently went viral online. I immediately followed it, watching every single upload. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that her blurred-out boyfriend acted suspiciously like my husband. When I mentioned it to her, she just flicked my forehead. "Girl, you're so crazy in love that you see your husband everywhere! Keep this up, and I'm gonna start getting jealous!" Blushing, I rubbed my head and quickly changed the subject. That was until my husband's company retreat, where I dragged Barbara Moore along to keep me company. Out of nowhere, our flight back suffered a severe emergency. Flight attendants handed