Novel & Cerita His Legal Wife

I whispered. "You have the one thing Killian Leroy will never have," she snapped, her voice a whip. "Legal proximity. He may be her man in the sheets and the boardroom, George, but she is still your wife. The law doesn't care about love, and it certainly doesn't care about Killian’s ego."

She walks out of the house and gets in the car. “I hear your husband’s back in town. What does it mean for the schedule?” she asks. I sigh. “It means I need to work for a few hours a day and then be home after that…” I tell her. She cringes. I know I was asking for a lot. But I couldn’t let him know what I was doing. There’s a lot of what we’re doing that wasn’t exactly legal, so we didn’t need people knowing… “I have a favor to ask…” I tell her.

He shielded me behind him, saying, "Sir, I hope you can be kind enough to show mercy to my employee. Tonight's meal is on the house." "Get out!" Noah roared. Jayden bristled. "Sir, we're in a lawful society. If you continue like this…" Noah sneered. "The law has nothing to do with the matters between a husband and wife." Jayden froze. "What do you mean?" "I mean, the woman behind you is my legal wife," Noah replied. "Mr. Omar, it's alright. We know each other. I'm sorry, but can you please let me take the day off?" I requested.

“But your legal wife will be Brielle. Power comes first, son. I’m doing this for your own good. You’ll understand sooner or later.” A scoff escaped my lips. This man truly didn’t understand a damn thing. “Dad, I already told you, I’m not doing any of this,” I snapped. “Zara is the only woman I love. She won’t be anyone’s mistress. She will be my legal wife.” His jaw tightened. “So you’d rather watch everything I’ve worked for crumble because of a girl?” he shot back. “You’re the only heir I have. What then? You’ll throw away your future and rot in the slums with her?”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

I slowly reach for the envelope, I can feel the sweat in my forehead slowly traveling down to my face as my hands slightly trembling nervously because of the situation-- this is it, the documents that will prove that I am married to the man in front of me, I opened the envelope and saw the legal documents that have our signatures in it, I gulped the lump in my throat and gasp for air as I raise my head to look at Anthon, remembering what happened after our talk last week. "What will happen after this?" I ask him after signing the document, I gasp for air as I look at him and sighed heavily, slowly dropping the pen on the table he then slowly grab the pieces of paper above the table and looks

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

she cried, grabbing my sleeve, her nails digging painfully into my skin. The audience erupted in murmurs. Flashes were going off everywhere. I shook her hand off hard. "Chiara, are you insane? Vittore and I have already broken up!" "Broken up?" She held up a marriage certificate, her voice shrill and piercing. "My marriage to him is legally recognized! As for you, you're nothing but a homewrecker!" The crowd went nuts. Journalists swarmed like bloodthirsty sharks, microphones practically shoving in my face. "Ms. Delle, did you come between her and her husband? What exactly is your relationship with her husband?"

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

Rhea answered smugly. “Then you should know basic family law, right?” Alia replied, her tone light but her words sharp. “When a man and a woman are legally married, they are the lawful husband and wife. Tell me—where did you learn that the person the husband happens to love suddenly becomes the ‘real wife’? In legal terms, Ms. Caldwell, that’s not how it works. Under the law, you are what we call a mistress. Or…” her smile deepened, sweet but lethal. “Do you prefer being called my husband’s lover instead?” To Rhea, that smile looked like Alia was calling her a complete fool.