Novel & Cerita Freddie Highmore Wife Photo

I swiped the text open, and what I saw next made me freeze. It was two pictures. Both were of Freddy and a woman whose face was not quite showing. But I know that blonde hair. I knew that figure. It was his wife, Lilyanna. In the first picture, they were on a beach – Petty Island – I recognised. Freddy was lying on the sand, and Lilyanna was lying in a way that a part of her body was on top of his, and her face was only inches away from his. His hand was tangled in her hair, his lips dangerously close to hers.

Dia and Ira came out of the closet holding their stomach as the reaction Karan gave was satisfying for their heart. Farha got down and stood with Dia while Karan's eyes traveled to look at his wife who was wearing a silk night dress with it's robe. He sighed thinking their marriage wasn't a dream but reality till now. "What are you doing here in this attire?", before Karan, Sammy asked with clenched jaw. "Um..", Farha's throat felt dried and her laughter died on looking at his damn serious pissed off face while eye's were getting red.

A netizen had screenshotted a picture of Freya on the TV channel and posted it on the internet. The netizen posted a question: [Can someone answer who the beauty beside the prime minister’s wife is? She’s so pretty and elegant.] Another netizen replied quickly: [She must be the niece of the prime minister’s wife, Natasha Lloyd.] [She’s not. Natasha has attended a few events previously. I’ve met her before. She isn’t this pretty at all.]

I noticed the consistent image of a woman and I recognized her to be his dead wife. A headline caught my attention. CEO FREDDY DESMOND LOSES WIFE TO UNKNOWN REASONS. WILL CEO FREDDY DESMOND FIND LOVE AGAIN AFTER FIVE MONTHS OF MOURNING HIS WIFE? IS CEO FREDDY’S WIFE REALLY DEAD? I narrowed my eyes at the last one. This man seemed to have a lot of paparazzi on his tail. Would it be good for someone like me? I checked through the recent pictures and noticed he had not made any appearance since three months ago when he was seen at a restaurant in Korea discussing with a lady. A blurry image followed the headline.

They were both tall and gorgeous and came from elite families, judging by how they carried themselves and their clothes. "Sean, remember us? It's Tiffany and Erin from high school?" A girl with caramel hair said. "Oh, yeah. Hi ladies," Sean replied with a smile. He had to stop dancing with Reese. "Can I help you with anything?" "We heard about what happened to you and your wife, and we just want to say; we are so sorry to hear about it," Tiffany said. "I had always thought you were a great person. It was shocking how your ex-wife asked for divorce just like that!"

My breath shortens, and my pulse pounds loudly. “Where did you take her to?” he asks Mr. Thompson. “The hospital, sir.” “Hospital? Do you think I'm stupid?” He shows me his phone. “What’s this, then?” My heart drops as I read the headline: POPULAR BILLIONAIRE GREY GRAND’S WIFE IN A ROMANTIC DATE WITH HER HUSBAND’S PA The photos show Mr. Thompson and me in various poses. There are thousands of comments: # Caroline Grand is so shameless#

I wanted to reassure her, but then I noticed the troubled expression on her face. A sense of dread crept over me, and I instinctively moved closer to check her phone. “THE BILLIONAIRE FREDDIE GREEN HAS DIVORCED HIS WIFE LESSIE GREEN.” I gasped. My legs wobbled as I stepped back, my face blank with shock. “Lessie, I think the reason we’re having trouble finding you a job is because your divorce is all over the news,” Ella said, clearly frustrated. “But how did your divorce become public? Freddie should’ve known this would make it hard for you to get help now that you’re no longer with him.” There was a sharp edge of anger and annoyance in her voice.

Not a day had gone by where she didn't check up on how her dream husband was doing. Suddenly, a post caught her eye, and she instinctively leaned closer, her heart racing with anticipation. The caption read, “Famous billionaire caught on camera by drone, walking his wife to his private jet on top of Skyview Hospital.” She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of longing and anger as she gazed at the image. She kept her eyes fixed on Fred's face, from his always firm and serious look to his chest, to his shoulders and to his feet.

Sweat gathered on their foreheads. I walked closer and signaled Gabriel to pick up the phone one of them had dropped in shock. I needed to see the woman they claimed to have seen with me. Gabriel picked it up and held it up for me to see. It was a trending news video. The headline made me freeze: “Wife of Stanmore Global CEO Pushes her Husband's Mistress Down The Stairs " Gabriel tapped play. The video showed a woman lying helplessly on the floor in a pool of blood. Then the angle shifted—