Henry Cavil Wife Novels & Stories

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

“The crazy guy from the next apartment?” She asked. “Yes!” “Wasn’t he married to someone called Beverly?” “He was, but they divorced…because of Jordan.” “I’m lost,” Natasha said, and she clearly looked confused. “That day you came, gosh, I didn’t even know it was you that came. That day Henry’s wife had come back home from her parents unannounced. She knew Henry was cheating on her so she wanted to catch him red handed.

The Trallington family only recognizes one legal wife, of course, that is Widya Manov, the biological mother of Henry, with whom Carlloz had an affair with a mysterious woman until Nicolas was born. Hence, this disgrace was always kept tightly under wraps, even Nicolas was banished overseas for almost his entire life because his presence might have made the Trallington family's business associates wonder. Hearing Carlloz's words just now, Henry, who had just been watching and grinning, got up on his knees. Just now his father said that Nicolas’s biological mother was the person he loved.

she added and he laughed. "I'll start leaving work earlier" he abruptly said "At least before dinner time" Her eyes gleamed for joy. "Thank you" she said, beaming. "Oh yes, that's right!" She interjected, "Have I ever been in a car crash before?" "No. Why?" Daniel answered, confused. "Nevermind" 'That means it wasn't a flashback after all' 'So what was it then?' she thought. * * * "Do you know where my husband is?" Addison asked James, she had met him at the office but Daniel wasn't around.

Catrina shoves her shirt back down and returns to the camera, her face streaked with tears; “Henry is also a serial cheater. He used to do it outside before, but lately, he’s been bringing his hookups back home. Henry has sex with his whores on our matrimonial bed and forces me to watch.” She pauses to wipe her cheeks. “The only reason I haven’t left this marriage is because I owe him. Henry saved my father’s life and his failing business. And in return, he took ownership of my own life.” She’s crying now, silent tears pouring down her cheeks in torrents.

A soft voice called out, and I turned to where my name had come from. “I’m going to get something to eat. I’m starving.” Harvey said, leaving rather quickly if I was being honest. I forced a smile and waved at Helena. As expected, a camera was in my face. “Hey guys. It’s Helena again, and you will not guess who I’m with today. Do you guys still remember her, it’s Jocelyn Campbell.” She widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her perfect french tipped nails. “Oh, it’s Steele now isn’t it.” She looked around. “But why isn’t your husband anywhere around you, trouble already in paradise?” She asked with a friendly smile.

“And yet you left. You got in a cab. Alone.” The words hovered between us. He wasn’t furious. He was…calculating. Like he couldn’t decide if I was brave or just foolish. We said nothing else the entire ride back. — Across the city, another screen lit up. In a sleek penthouse lined with glass and steel, Helena Montague lounged on a velvet couch, eyes locked on the morning gossip segment. Ava’s face flashed on the screen. “Damian Kingsley’s new wife caught sneaking into St. Jude’s Medical Center early this morning. Witnesses claim she looked distraught…”

I smiled back, nodding, half-listening, my mind elsewhere. As Eloise and another attendant, a petite woman named Tara, stripped me and helped me slip into the dress, my thoughts spiraled. Damian’s voice, low and teasing, echoed in my head. *Let me make you feel like the goddess you are, Cindy. You deserve it.* My so-called husband, Henry, never took me on dates, constantly muttering excuses: “You’re in a wheelchair, Cindy, dates aren’t for everyone, know your place.” No flowers, no effort, just neglect.

Even though he was now a millionaire, Henry had always said that the cufflinks held a very special meaning to him. It seemed like I had really misunderstood him. However, I stiffened the second I opened the box. The cufflinks inside were gone. Instead, inside was a pregnancy test report that was folded into a heart shape. I could tell that the report was precious to Henry since he had stored it in the safe. The name stated on the report was Loretta Adams. My blood froze. Wasn't Loretta Henry's deceased war comrade's wife? I hadn't realized at all that those two people, who didn't even seem to be keeping in touch, were secretly seeing each other.

The perfume she wore was strong, deliberate. Mabel leaned forward and looked straight at Diana. “You’re done, Diana.” Henry pulled out a chair and sat down. Selena climbed into her seat, swinging her legs cheerfully. Lauren adjusted herself comfortably. Thompson’s face darkened as he took in the arrangement. “Henry,” he said slowly, disbelief heavy in his voice, “have you lost your mind bringing this woman here? Diana is your wife.” “My wife?” Henry snapped suddenly, the word dripping with sarcasm. He let out a short laugh and turned toward Diana. “Disappeared for weeks. Abandoned her family. Lauren stepped up and took care of Selena. You should thank her.”