Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

The detective from headquarters. "Sir." "What now?" The detective sounded breathless. "We identified the second woman admitted alongside Grace Akinyi." Bethwel gripped the phone tighter. "Who was she?" The answer came immediately. "Mercy Wao." The inspector almost slammed on the brakes. "What?" The detective continued. "Same hospital." "Same night." "Same maternity ward." Bethwel felt cold. Very cold. Because suddenly dozens of disconnected pieces were beginning to fit together. Grace. Mercy.

“So, do you think your wife is guilty?” Zein looked at Erika, who shook her head. Her tears ran down. “I don’t know, you honor. I don’t know, but even if it was like that, I don’t think that she meant to do it.” “Is she guilty or not?” “I did not nothing wrong!” Erika raised her voice. “Stay calm, please!” “Yes… I think that.. she is guilty.” And Zein murmured, lowering his head. In front of Erika she had her husband. Even if she looked like a crazy person, the truth was that in her mind she still had that moment where her husband accused her.

One broke my heart I had to put the book down, and haven’t picked it up since her statement read; I know it hurts, but do your marital duties for all women must, take solace in raising your children for when they are grown, they become the same monster as the seed that planted them. The name read Gianna Raquel Salvatore wife of Cato William Salvatore, Capo dei capi of the Italian fagmilia. I didn’t need to be there to know that Cato was a bastard. It seemed these women fell into two categories, submissive and resolute, strong willed and determined.

"Your Honor, we were acting on the information provided by our client—" "Silence," Judge Abernathy snaps, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. She turns her gaze directly onto Mark. "The evidence submitted by Pierre is indisputable. Not only did you systematically pay off your own employee, Gideon, to illegally stalk your wife and manipulate photographs to create a fraudulent narrative, but we have a signed, notarized confession from Violetta’s own mother detailing a long-standing affair funded directly by the marital estate."

This realization intensifies her anger and deepens her sense of betrayal. The sensitivity of the matter at hand contrasts starkly with her husband's self-serving motives. Miranda recognizes that his focus lies solely on preserving his reputation, with little regard for the well-being of their family members, including the young girl who suffered at the hands of their younger son. As she gathers her thoughts, Miranda resolves to navigate this complex situation with vigilance and determination. She refuses to let her husband's actions dictate the outcome, vowing to protect the truth, justice, and the welfare of those involved.

Lucas carefully got out of the bath, put on a robe, and walked out of the bathroom, causing Sophia to submerge herself underwater. Sophia quickly emerged to null her senses of being horny. She quickly slapped her cheeks and thought to herself. 'Does Lucas really love me? Alexander treats me the same. Except Alexander was a heartless bastard. I will be with Lucas and be his wife!' In the Study- "Sir, the marriage contract is done!" A boy with slicked-back black hair and gorgeous green eyes looked at the contract he has, Joey Gales, Lucas's right-hand man.

George's wife rushed over and grabbed him angrily. George was scared out of his wits when he saw his wife's sudden appearance, "Uh... Why are you here..." Philips' wife wasn't backing down either. She pointed at Charles and asked fiercely, "Did you get caught hooking with a woman?" "No, I didn't." "Stop denying, we all know what happened! Is it those two b*tches whom you were playing with?" She asked as the two women walked out from the door. Their wives were boiling with anger as they saw the two young and sexy figures coming out. Hence, they immediately ran straight to the two coquettish b*tches furiously.

"Who would have thought? Marriages that are a result of love end up to be the most emotionally draining. I'm thinking of going for a contract marriage this time. What do you think, will I succeed?" He let out a small huff and leaned over to her to whisper. "If you don't take this seriously, I could twist your words whichever way I want." There was no doubt that he could do that. Gemma knew that among the people he had successfully found guilty, most of them were innocent but merely had guilt imposed on them by his glib tongue. "When did Ethan swindle you?" He asked. "Years ago." She answered vaguely. "Were you still mad at him for it?" His next question followed.

Betrayal, cheat "Everything was a lie. I was right. I was freaking right about the middle class girls. They only love money. Just money. She cheat on me. She ran away with her boyfriend. I fell for the wrong girl. Wasn't my love enough for her? She loves money, right? Then why did she leave me? I have money. I will give her everything. Why did she choose another person over me? Don't I deserve love? Am I not worthy of love? What was my fault?" Those questions were running in Sebastian's mind from last week. His beloved wife left him. She ran away with her boyfriend. "How easily she made me a fool? Sebastian Knight failed to see his wife's real self. Shame. Shame on me." "Give me another bott

I stood behind it, watching Felicia record with her phone while a few older women led the way. "What a jerk. Cheating when he already has a wife." "Exactly! Some men are just like that. They're never satisfied with what they have." One of the older women walked up and pulled back the blanket. "Hey, this isn't your husband." "What do you mean it's not my husband?" Felicia asked and was stunned when she finally saw the face of the man who was in the bed.