Novel & Cerita Henry Cavil Wife

Henry hugged her shoulders tighter and said with a smile, "My wife rarely deals with occasions like this, so she's a little uncomfortable. "My wife and I would like to enjoy our time together, so I would like to ask all of you to stop taking pictures." Henry's words were quite polite, but there was clearly a hint of warning in his tone. The reporters didn't dare to ask any more questions, let alone follow them. So, they could only watch as Henry and Natalie left. Behind a pillar nearby, Juliet dug her nails into the pillar, jealousy and reluctance swirling in her gaze. She initially thought Henry was just making excuses just now. She never expected that he was actually meeting someone.

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

It will hurt them more. That why I chose to be misunderstood as someone who has a heart that is hard as stone. That’s why now, I am bothered by the look on face of Jana. I may not experience romantic love but I earn lots of love from my friends and ex-friends. "Penny for your thought my wife?" My husband ask me. My husband. Until now I can't believe that I am Mrs. Ottave now. "Jana." I only answered. He heaved a sigh "Hon please, stop thinking about her okay?"

In the midst of the camera flashes, Henry and Yvonne stood before the crowd, shamelessly distorting the truth. "I'm Henry Glover of the Glover Group, and I'm here to set the record straight. Zoey Lovell and I are officially divorced, and Yvonne Shaw, the woman standing next to me, is my one and only wife." Our marriage had sent shockwaves through high society back then, but rumors had always persisted that Henry despised me. His current action proved the rumors true, leaving me to become the target of widespread ridicule.

"If what you have is so real, why are you here? Why were you following me? Leaving threats?" His face flushed. "I was angry. You humiliated me publicly—" "You humiliated yourself." "Vivienne understands me in ways you never could. We have history. Connection. A bond that—" "I know about her husband, Henry." The words landed like a bomb. Henry froze mid-sentence. His mouth still open. "What?" "Vivienne's husband. In Paris. The one she's still legally married to." The color drained from his face completely. "That's—no. She's divorced. She told me—"

"Tell him to kick Carol out of the house right now. If he wants to marry her, he'll have to do it over my dead body!" She would never allow Carol to use an unwed pregnancy to join the Kane family! "Madam Violet, please calm down. Mr. Liam has returned with Ms. Lana," Henry replied. "What? La … Lana?" she asked. Violet thought she had heard it wrongly. "Say it again. Who is it?" Henry got straight to the point. "It's Ms. Lana, Mr. Liam's ex-wife." Once Violet knew Lana was there, she couldn't help but jump in joy. She threw the blankets aside and opened the door without even putting on her shoes.

“Not to mention she’s a waitress.” “My wife is very independent, I’m afraid,” Henry said, shaking his head with dismay. “She won’t allow me to take care of her. I imagine she won’t let Gavin care for her either. But regardless of if you believe we are married or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Gavin and Erin are seeing each other behind both of our backs.”

Grimacing, Zack muttered, "Let's hope Henry is as understanding." Cassy didn't recall what she said to that, or what she said to Robert again; their swift departure was a blur. The only thing that stood out in her mind was Robert's amused voice, drawling that Henry had gone back to Abigail Whitefield and to Rebecca Spencer. And she had been fool enough to hope that he might love her, that he had formed softer feelings for her! It was obvious now that her husband had only been placating her and probably thought her lovemaking clumsy and inept. Why else would he have returned to more experienced women so quickly?

"Is this about Kelly?" Charles stayed quiet for a beat, not confirming but not denying either. "Well, I can't say I know a ton about him," Henry admitted. "But I did rub shoulders with him a few times back when Colossus Group was stirring up a storm in Capiton. He plays his cards close to his chest. When I first met him, he and his wife seemed like the perfect couple. She’s Grant’s mother.” Henry stopped short, a memory seeming to cross his mind, and he shook his head slightly. "Grant's mom was something else. She wasn’t exactly tough, but she was sharp as a tack."

For a moment, Henry Hale's expression cracked. Then he put his professor's face back on. "Miss Walker," he said, looking toward the cameras with a wounded dignity that had fooled people for decades, "I don't know what my family has done to offend you so deeply that you would invent such a vicious story. My wife Grace and I have been married for fifty years. She left that town through her own talent. Are you so desperate to attack Isabelle that you will destroy the reputation of the previous generation too?"