Hidden Wife 소설 & 이야기

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

Watching Her Ayisha watched Chloe go, hands clasped slightly in a way that betrayed the swirl of emotion trapped under her composed exterior. Ethan set his cup down, attentive and calm. “You saw her,” he said quietly. “You know who she is.” “I do…Ares’ wife or ex wife.” Ayisha snapped, still stunned. “How is she here? How is she not in prison? Why is she hiding and working here? She has been here y his whole time?”

And as she pulled the closet door shut, something behind a row of shirts caught her eye—a photo, half-hidden, folded slightly at the corner. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t his mother. It was… someone else entirely. A woman with the same eyes as Alessandro. A child beside her, smiling wide. Antonia stared. Who is she… and why is she hidden? As Antonia stood frozen by the wardrobe, her fingers trembled as she reached for the folded photo. She pulled it gently from its hiding spot, the edges slightly frayed as if it had been tucked away in a hurry. The image was old, worn, and captured a moment of happiness that felt out of place in this cold, meticulously arranged room.

I didn't know what was happening at the moment for all I knew, I was used to the attention from the very beginning but now, it felt like the ground could just give up its content and take me in instead. Slowly, I felt a hand wrapped around my waist and when I flicked my eyes open, Conan was standing next to me as he shot me a reassuring smile, mouthing. "You would be fine" Conan cleared his throat as he pulled me closer to him. "This is my wife, Liana and we got married a few months back. The wedding was hidden from the public because then, my identity was also hidden from the public. Now that I have answered the questions that you all intend to ask, I would be asking no further questions!

She grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me down toward her level, her eyes burning like fire. "And your wife—the woman who slept in your bed for five whole years—was their hidden daughter!" Clara screamed into my face. "She hid that from you! She hid that massive, terrifying truth from you for five years while you treated her like dirt! What was her motive, Christopher?! Why would a woman holding billions of dollars in bloodline wealth hide her identity from her own husband?!" My chest heaved. The words hit my brain like a physical blow. "Wait, yeah…yeah…oh God…she... she hid it..." I stammered, my voice barely a raspy whisper.

Every image revealed a part of a life Vivian had never known existed in that house. Adrian stood completely still. His eyes remained fixed on the screen. I watched his face carefully. He looked confused and shocked. And finally, something I hadn't expected. Pain. The guests began whispering among themselves. “Who is that woman?” “I thought Vivian was his first wife.” “They look married.” “Why have we never heard about her?” Vivian turned toward Adrian. “What is this?” Adrian didn't answer. His eyes remained on the screen. Then another wedding picture appeared. This time, I was looking directly at the camera while Adrian stood beside me. The room became even quieter. I folded my arms and watc

A wife who had buried a husband for real, whose grief had never come with an asterisk, whose children would never get a boardroom miracle, would never watch their father walk back through a door five years later with an explanation, however incomplete. Alessia's hand covered her mouth, the obituary still glowing on the screen in front of her — a wife and two children Marcus Wren had left behind, a family Nikolia's secret had quietly destroyed while he was busy staying alive.

At some point, I started tearing up, and my tears were now dampening my cheeks. I was still consumed by my thoughts. In my previous lifetime, it was on this very day that I lost my dignity and reputation as a woman. While I was unconscious, a group of people stormed into the room and woke me up. Before I could realize what was happening, I heard the voice of my husband, Andrew Stone, ringing out icily. "Ella Turner, is this the birthday surprise you prepared for me?" When I tried to get up, I realized that there was an arm around my waist. A sense of unease crept through me, and I heard the repulsive voice of an unfamiliar man asking me, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

After that conversation I acted as if nothing had happened. I went back to work and I became so busy because finally I got the deal with HID. They allowed us to carry their equipment. Its a good thing that I was able to close the deal before I found out about Maru’s accident. I look at my photo with my husband. It's been a week but Maru still hasn't woken up. I am so worried, I wanted to visit him but Jana was always there. I do not want to see or hear her voice because I might be sent to prison because of her.

"What did you just say?" Bianca sobbed so hard her makeup ran down her face. "The baby isn't yours. He's Marco's. My cousin's. My father was afraid the scandal would ruin the arms contracts, so he pushed me into this marriage. The drug... I switched the drug. I only wanted to secure my place." Gasps rolled through the chapel. Luca looked like a man slapped in front of the entire underworld. The wife he had pushed aside for power was the Chairman's daughter. The woman he had been desperate to marry was carrying another man's child. The legitimacy he thought he was buying had been a joke from the start.