His Not So Beautiful Wife Novel Novels & Stories

The headline was still pulled up, written boldly beneath a photograph that had been taken outside a restaurant downtown. He was with a woman, and they were close enough that the photographer hadn’t needed to stretch the implication. Billionaire Julian Black spotted with mystery woman. Is this the infamous wife finally stepping into the spotlight? Julian looked at it for a moment longer, maybe two. Then he looked away and took a sip of his drink. “Where did you find that?” he asked. “It’s trending,” Lena said. “I didn’t have to find it. It found me.” “It’s nothing,” he said.

Jena looked at her from head to toe again “Huh?” Nuella was confused “You look like someone whose strength was drained out, you look pale” Jena smiled Nuella coughed when she finally understood what she meant “If I’m so drained out right now it is the hand work of My Haywood” s Jena smiled “He is your husband now, so no need to be embarrassed” “It’s so I could get pregnant” Nuella murmured Jena heard what she said and sighed “I don’t think it’s only the reason, somewhere deep down in his heart he might have some likeness for you which made him choose you”

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

“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!

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

She had passed away quietly, and her pathetic husband had remarried on a whim and taken his new wife and son overseas, leaving as though Scarlett had never existed. Dennis Clarke tapped his fingers lightly against my desk and pulled me out of my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?“ he asked. I blinked. “Nothing. I was just distracted. Where were we?“ “I was saying that—“ My phone vibrated, cutting him off. It was an unknown number. “Just a minute, Dennis.“ Reaching for my phone, I answered the call. “Adrian Hartley speaking.“ “Mr. Hartley, this is Love & Hope Hospital. Your wife and grandmother have just been admitted.“

“Always. You’re not alone in this. Remember that, okay? You have people who love you.” Sophia closed the door after Maya left and leaned against it for a long moment. The apartment felt quieter now. Emptier. But also a little lighter. She walked back to the couch and picked up her phone again. Adrian’s statement was still open on the screen. The screen had gone dark, so she tapped it. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years…” She read it again. Slowly. Carefully. Word by word.

The reason behind his actions is something I’d have to figure out myself. The only thing I desperately desire now is to finally see my wife in all her glory; just as she is. Just in cue, she and her twin begin descending the stairs and those unique irises of hers bore into mine. I blink a few times at how unbelievably beautiful she is but a frown takes over my features when I discover the lifelessness in her eyes. She looks drained and beat up. Fuck. Something fishy is happening under this roof and I know it for certain.

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."