Gwen The Ex Files 소설 & 이야기

And this time, I watched carefully and noticed that editing, how expressions that didn’t match the narrative were pushed aside. I spoke finally. “They set her up.” Theo leaned against the table. “Yeah. Pretty brutal too. That clip? Old footage. Different days stitched together.” My gaze shifted to him. “And the replacement bride?” “Alice Hunt,” he said. “Now officially Mrs. Jared Walton.” That was… interesting! Theo opened the next file and showed me the pictures of Jared’s wedding, my nephew’s glowing smile and happy groom’s look, screaming suspicion. I picked up one of the photographs.

Gwen again tried to fool me, her eyes went darker and she looked eerily at me and again in her sweet voice pleaded to me, “Im- Imposter? I am Gwen, Gwen Cynthia, Thia.” I shake my head at her, tightens my grip, “Nice try. But I am not going there again.” When Gwen didn’t move, I shook her, “Come on! Show me your real fucking face.” Finally leaving the pretend behind, Gwen or whoever he is laughed, making his eyes budge out, “In your dreams. Do you really take me for a stupid ass like that bitch there? I am not. Either you release me now or I might have to extend my orders.”

' But that information was useless to him now. He glared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I simply sat back down, my smile never wavering. Just then, Godwin arrived with the people I had asked him to gather. The office was large enough to accommodate everyone, and I stood as they entered. "Now that most of you are here," I began, my voice steady, "let’s get straight to the point. My late sister, Marianne, was accused, framed, and wrongly convicted for her husband’s death. What’s worse, he cheated on her with her so-called best friend, Britney. When he tragically fell down the stairs, it was Britney who testified against her, sending her to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. H

I teased. She laughed and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone once more. I exhaled, scanning the room for a quiet corner where I could breathe. But before I could take another step, a familiar voice stopped me. A voice I hadn't heard in five years. "Gwen? Is that you?" I froze. A slow, dreadful chill crept up my spine, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I knew that voice. I turned, and there he was. Lucas Grayford. My ex-husband.

Marcus It took a while before I could build up the courage to open the files. There were about eight Jpeg files altogether. They were snapshots of documents with formulas and plans. According to the documents, we were going to be recruited into the army to build up their military strength. My name and Mason's name were on one, and Gwen's name was on another. They were planning to grab her and run a series of tests. Looking at what was on the paper, Gwen wasn't going to survive it. They wanted all sorts of things from her, skin tissue, brain tissue, blood sample, liver sample, kidney sample, name it, and they were willing to take it while she was still alive.

He had a sister, A Beta who gladly welcomed her to spend the night. " The latest information is that Gwen's most of the calls and the number in Vivian's call list, are the same. The location of the number is Magree, Swamp Forest. Possibly, the person who used to send emails is someone you might know." " And?" " Gwen's family members are possibly close to Vivian. Last Christmas, Gwen happened to visit her family. And in a photo of their Christmas day, Vivian was there. But most surprisingly, Vivian seemed to be close to a man. I have no data in our database. He isn't a family of Gwen. According to our database!"

he muttered. Rachel looked at him. “What? Do you know her?” Before he could respond, the host of the show was saying, “Have you called your ex to congratulate him? You’re aware that he’s getting married soon, don’t you?” Gwen tossed her long auburn curls over her shoulder and giggled. “You’re so messy, Presh. I don’t even know who you’re talking about.” “Aw, come on, Gwenny!” Presh complained playfully. “Don’t string me along on my own show. Come on, give us the juice ‘cause I know you got it.”

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.

Since I hadn’t heard from Dominick for days, it was clear that his dedication was to the wedding. Before, he was never one to take initiative unless the matter was of urgency. Gia was his one and only exception. Gia bombarded me with photos of a wedding gown inlaid with hundreds of Miranth Gulf pearls and a one-of-a-kind diamond ring. With a blank expression, I quietly saved every one of the photos she’d flaunted in my face. “Archibald, print these out and place them in a box together with the divorce papers,” I instructed the butler.