Flash's Wife Novels & Stories

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

The hypocrisy burned, yet I kept every word locked inside. “Respectfully, I do not have two wives. Elena was officially declared dead years ago after her disappearance. That declaration means our previous marriage does not hold water any longer. Legally and in every practical way, Aurielle is my only wife now.” “Fix your mess!” Elias thundered back. “Two weeks is all you get, so handle it!” Cici, his stepmother chimed in with her subtle but cutting insults. “Such an awful scandal for the proud Frost family name. Bringing back old ghosts while pretending to have a stable new marriage. How very unfortunate for all parties involved. One must be careful with these things.”

He suddenly wondered where his wife was, and then he realized he could not even recall how she looked or what her name was. He felt sorry for her. He had assumed that she was a scheming gold-digger who had managed to sway his family into forcing him. But thinking back, perhaps she was also forced. She had never asked him for anything, she never published their marriage, and she did not do any of the nonsense he was expecting of her. Lydia had filled his head, and Lester Aprice and his wife Rose Aprice had confessed that his wife, whose name he could not remember, was Lester’s daughter from an escort who had drugged and slept with him for money.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

She snapped at him and when he tried to pull away his right foot that Claudia was ‘treating’, she slapped his knee. “You look shocked, Nick. Take your time to process this information. We can all talk soon.” “Talk? What are we supposed to talk about? How she left and lived a life like we never existed? Now, she wants to come back just like that? I understand that she’s your sister, Preston, but she’s also my wife. She’s Liam’s mother. Is there even a reason good enough for what she did? Ouch!” He screamed again when Claudia intentionally pressed the cotton hard enough.

Her heel twisted on a loose stone, and she tumbled into a puddle of muddy rainwater with a splash. "N-no… impossible!" She jabbed a finger at me, the nail nearly grazing my cheek. "She was just some poor girl desperate to cling to you. She can't possibly be your wife!" Lawrence couldn't even be bothered to respond. He simply drew out his phone, tapped twice, and shoved the screen toward them. It was a family portrait, taken on our third wedding anniversary. Behind us stretched the floor-to-ceiling windows of our villa. The children perched on his shoulders, laughing brightly, while I leaned against him, my smile radiant.

That alone should’ve told everyone I wasn’t lying. But Mark? He wasn’t having it. He pointed a trembling finger at me, rage laced in his clenched teeth. “The son of the Lucas Empire can’t be your husband,” he spat. His outburst brought the whole damn crowd with him. His family. My so-called family. Even her. “Oh dear sister, who is this man?” Maleficent cooed, staring at the man I was sitting on like he was dessert. “Sister… is he your lover?” she asked, her tone dripping with false innocence.