Flash's Wife Novels & Stories

FL arrives at her husband's office, he is shocked; she jokingly scolds him for forgetting about her birthday, he feigns being offended and gives her a gift card he just happened to have on his desk; 5. FL is confused about her gift, but everything becomes clear when his assistant steps into the office with a tray of coffee, she wears the heart shaped diamond earrings; 6. FL slaps the husband and flips the assistant's tray, the hot coffee splattered all over the latter's clothes; 7. FL asks for divorce and assures him that he will not get a penny from her fortune, then she demands his assistant to take off the earrings and give them to her, he used her money to buy them anyway;

They were really getting married after stabbing her in the back. Royalty was also displeased. " Who said I'm ashamed of my wife? " He crossed his long legs. " My baby is under the table, and she is eating chicken that belongs to her husband! " And there was silence. Ciara had slipped away from the table with an excuse of using the toilet. She stood before Mercury and compared him to his lookalike at the table. Something felt so wrong. Nevertheless she kept to her part of the deal, and handed him a flash drive.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

Because for the first time since this marriage began— Xavier Cortez sounds emotionally attached to his wife.

My grip tightened around my champagne glass. No. That wasn't possible. The woman continued descending the staircase then she lifted her head completely and our eyes met. The glass slipped from my hand as the crystal shattered across the floor, and the sound echoed through the silent ballroom. I barely heard it because the woman standing at the center of the staircase wasn't a stranger. It was Elara, my wife. The woman who had left me. The woman I believed was an orphan. The woman I had just divorced was Elara Frost. The Frost family's long-lost heiress.

She looked at the red mark on her cheek in the gilded mirror above the fireplace, then back at her trembling partner. She walked over to the sofa, but she didn't sit. She stood over him, a cold, statuesque figure of blonde ambition. "You say that Misha Kingston is your dead wife, Valentina?" Kennedy looked up, his eyes bloodshot and hopeful. "Yes! I'm telling you, I know it!" Lilith leaned down, her face inches from his, her voice dropping to a whisper that felt like the kiss of a frost. "Fine. Let's prove it. Let's dig up the grave we had her buried in."

He asked Danford, and Danford looked up a little flushed. “Sir, I have found out that Alpha Flint has nothing to do with the attack at all! Instead, he has been busy with his new mistress!” He said it, and I was shocked. “What!” I exclaimed, and Danford looked at me and nodded. “What did you just say? Do you know Alpha Flint at all? His wife is Kiara; she is not a mistress!” I said, and he nodded. “Yes, your highness! I know that Luna Kiara is his wife, but he just got himself another lady that he kept on the side,” Danford reported.

Amid the buzz, a middle-aged man fixated on the dazzling new face in the room. He turned to the assistant beside him. "That’s Adora Matthews?" "Yes, Mr. Sung. She’s Louis Walker’s wife. Rumor is they married in a flash—no wedding, no formalities. “Some say the third heir of the Walker family just got caught up in the moment and she’s nothing serious." Harold nodded with a sneer. "Even heroes fall at the feet of a beautiful woman. Typical." But as he spoke, his gaze remained locked on the woman beside Shuan, eyes dark and unreadable.

Elisa White was so angry that she trembled all over and couldn't fight with her hands. In fact, she can't fight anymore. If she hadn't just heard that Ruby White said that her mother was too ugly, she wouldn't want to slap her nominal elders in the face. Someone moves faster than her. The applause was bigger than just now. Then came the cold voice of William, " It's easy to deal with people like you." Ruby White looked at the William fumblingly, and then remembered the identity of. Ruby White's husband's face also changed and pulled Ruby White out of the yard.