Novel & Cerita Genesis Cabrera Wife

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. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Gabriel’s arm rested possessively on her waist. Andrea’s hand sparkled with a ring that wasn’t just jewelry—it was a claim. The caption: Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes at Business Leaders Gala. “No,” Celina whispered, voice breaking. “No, this can’t be real...Is he cheating on me all the time?" She refreshed the page, desperate to find a mistake. Clicked another link. Another photo. Same couple. Same smiles. Same ease like they belonged to each other. Her fingers shook. Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance.

The garden was filled with people—aunts and uncles whose faces I vaguely recognized from the wedding, cousins I had never met, Isidora looking glowing and pregnant, her husband beside her looking uncomfortable. They all turned when we entered, conversations stopping mid-sentence, and I felt the effect of their judgment like a physical thing. The woman who'd tried to run. The woman who'd stabbed the Calavera and nearly killed him. The woman who'd hidden his son for three and a half years. "Everyone," Lucrecia announced. "This is Anya. César's wife. And this..." she placed her hand on Marcello's shoulder "...is Marcello. The next generation of Navarros."

She didn't know who the woman was but the woman was clinging to Gabriel Lawson. "Who is she?" Wendy asked her bodyguard that her grandfather set up for him. "That's Sabrina Alvarez-Lawson. Wife of Gabriel Lawson." "And how is she nice to him?" "I heard that they were good friends even from college." Wendy exhaled as she thought dirty and negative of them. "Does Gabriel Lawson know that his wife is a slut?" "I don't think that they have an intimate relationship, Miss Wendy. They rarely see each other only on a few occasions."

She kicked him again under the table. "Ow…" he murmured. Ignacio and Alanis felt like they had been stabbed a thousand times. Elder General Leandro cleared his throat and was embarrassed in front of Ignacio's girlfriend. So, Leandro kicked his cane at Ignacio, which caught his attention. "Who's Sabrina?" his girlfriend, named Irish asked. "She's an old friend," Leandro said. Gabriel searched around with his eyes to track danger. Then there's Alanis and Ignacio, who could probably attract danger, so he said to pack the food, and soon he took his wife away from there and brought her to his office.

Cruz angrily interrupted Dave who was trying to make Cruz guess. "TRIANA?!" Klaus exclaimed in disbelief. "Her name was Triana Webber. How could you have forgotten someone you were once engaged to?" He added, still staring at Cruz in disbelief. "T-Triana? Does that mean Rebecca is her sister?" Cruz asked, equally in disbelief. "Exactly!" Dave confirmed. "Oh shoot! I have never even mentioned the wedding plans to Jessica before now. She's going to be so upset hearing it from her." Cruz complained worriedly.

She also hadn't come alone; she was with her husband. Though Yelena was agitated, it was Sabrina who spoke up first in an urgent tone. "Have you found our embryo?" Their embryo? Why couldn't I seem to understand what she was saying? Tears slipped down Sabrina's cheeks before she could stop them. Her husband, Ian Jackson, patted her back soothingly. A gentle woman like her didn't seem the sort to cheat on her husband.

Ariana, sitting beside Amelia, let out a soft whistle. “Oops… bestie, you finished her,” she whispered. Amelia turned her eyes back to Gabriella calm, steady, unbothered. “I’m Alejandro’s wife now, Gabriella. The contract is legal. I didn’t take anything from you. Move ON.” Gabriella’s jaw clenched so tightly the muscles trembled. “We’ll see,” she hissed. “We’ll see if the Favino name is enough to protect you.” Before Gabriella could spit out another insult, Alejandro’s mother, Marisa, slammed her palm lightly on the table.

She cross-referenced the photo her assistant gave her with the photo in her memory, and it was indeed the same woman! "You mentioned just now that these photos would cause a public uproar if they were published. Why is that? Mr. Cabrera was not as famous as he was 20 years ago, so even if he has a lot of fans, it shouldn't cause this much of a scandal, right?" asked Nancy. Her assistant gave her a look that said she had asked the right person. He sidled up to her and whispered into her ear, "The person who would cause the public uproar wasn't Mr. Cabrera, but the woman he was with."