Hidden Wife 소설 & 이야기

She mumbled she just remembered that he has all the spare keys to every single room in the house she quickly removed her back from the door as she ran and hide inside her wardrobe. "Now I got you" Handy yelled as the door went wide open he look around but couldn't find her. "Are you playing shit with me? he yelled checking every corner of the room. Kaira went numb as she continue praying silently for him not to see her she knew she is domed if he should find her. Handy remain silent using his eyes to roam the whole room then his eyes caught the wardrobe slowly he marched towards it and flung it open there he met his wife where she was hiding.

I whispered. In one moment, everything I thought I knew about her shattered into dust. And for the first time…I didn’t know who my wife really was. And what was she really hiding from me? Why doesn't she know she was still a virgin?

Her fists were clenched so tightly they trembled. "Jon is my husband!" The moment those words left her mouth, the crowd erupted into whispers. I stepped forward immediately and warned her coldly, "You're legally declared dead. Our relationship ended automatically a long time ago. Stop saying things that make people misunderstand. "Wendy is my real wife." Hearing that, panic flashed across Candice's face. She hurried forward and grabbed my shoulders, struggling to hold back her emotions.

I pulled out my phone and showed him a series of photos. "Here are the records of Seraphina contacting our rivals. She's the one who arranged that 'accidental' hit to get me out of the way and take my place as your wife." Dante's eyes widened in horror. "And here," I swiped to the next image, "is my miscarriage report. I was trying to tell you about our child when you were in Switzerland with her—the woman who got our baby killed." Dante’s eyes turned bloodshot. He was breathing in ragged gasps.

he added, softer now, “this is a real position, not a refuge.” I looked at the leather sleeve in my hand. “I know.” After the call ended, the documents arrived one by one: flight clearance, entry papers, the Zurich trust contract. I checked each file, then locked the agreement in my drawer. For seven years, I had lived as Niccolò’s wife only behind closed doors. I had accepted it once, believing secrecy was temporary. Then Lia came back, and every promise became another excuse with her name attached. The glass door opened behind me. Niccolò came in from the terrace with tobacco on his coat and reached for me as he passed, but I stepped away before his hand touched my waist.

I noticed that the comment section beneath the video completely blew up. "Oh, my goodness! You couldn't even make this stuff up if you tried!" "That woman's behavior is utterly despicable! She has a husband at home, yet she used their joint account to pay for a wedding with her side piece!" "That guy's got guts! Good for him!" "That side piece definitely knew she was married, right? How does he still have the nerve to buy gifts for the husband? That's so messed up!" "I hope that horrible woman gets exactly what's coming to her!"

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

"Can you forget her Nathan. She's not Adriana and besides, why would you want Adriana back into your life after everything she made us go through?" "Because she's still my wife. I don't trust that woman.." "Who? Ema?" His mother inquired. "No. Her mother. She's hiding something, I know it." If he was threading this path, she had to stop him. "Don't do anything rash, Nathan. She's just overprotective. It must be a lot for her to process that her daughter looks like someone who is dead." "Ok." Nathan was sure of one thing, he wasn't going to back down.

She dragged him out of the car and immediately sped away. She had to find Leon, and she couldn't wait another second. All she wanted right now was to see him, throw herself into his arms, and truly talk to Noel. Without wasting another moment, she called her assistant, Adam Shephard. "Find out where my husband is right now." Adam replied, "Isn't Mr. Welch here in the city?" Allison nearly burst out cursing. "I'm talking about my husband!" Adam was baffled. It wasn't until he checked that he realized Clarence wasn't Allison's husband at all.