I Think I Miss My Wife Invincible Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Elliot, you're the other man. You're so desperate to take my place that it's pathetic. How dare you push Olivia to divorce me! Where did you hide her?" I stepped back, keeping my tone calm. "Relax. I'm not marrying Olivia. I don't want her anymore." He let out a short laugh, taking it as sarcasm. "Olivia married me because she loves me. You'll never win against me." I had never been competing with him. He was the one who turned me into an enemy in his head, acted decent to my face, then posted that video behind my back. My voice tightened despite myself. "No one's competing with you, but you killed my mom. Don't you owe me an apology?"

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

Rayen asks, nudging her knee. Athena tilts her head in mock thought. “Hmm... how about The King Elite?” “That's genius! We can even build a cool school in the future!” “Yes!” Asher backs his brother. I stand and observe my entire world before me. Then, I stride across the sand, lifting my wife easily off the ground as she yelps in surprise. She wraps her arms around my neck with that laugh that still makes my chest ache in the best way. How can someone love someone this much? This woman will be the death of me.

I could not believe that Snow had jumped to such a conclusion from just one look. Before I could say anything, Yvonne stepped in front of me. “Ms. Judson, if you spread lies like that, I could sue you for defamation.” Snow snorted in disdain. “Sue me for defamation? Do you even know that Jared and I are still married? This is an illicit affair! You’re the ‘other’ woman!” “Snow, shut up!” I said sharply.

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

I want this feeling to last a little longer. I can feel Ivan’s eyes on me, appreciating what he sees, warming me ever so slowly. I shake my head at his response, leaning forward with a playful grin. “I totally get it.” I do. “But seriously, Ivan, you don’t have to act all mysterious with me? I’m still your wife, remember? Just tell me, dammit! How many heartthrobs did you break back in the day?” He raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Heartthrobs? Well, I wouldn’t say—”

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

His shirt was ripped and the whiplash started to bleed. Velma cried in shock before she passed out. Julien’s whiplash reminded her of the scene seventeen years ago, where her husband was whipped by her father-in-law.

She said with a smirk on. “Can't you wish them happiness? For once, be positive at least. Anyway, let me get a drink, do you want some?” Ivana asked. “Yeah, Red wine will do,” Mish said. “Why should I be positive when your wedding and marriage didn't even last. Your husband cheated on you before even the marriage could begin. Positive mind, positive mind, my foot,” She murmured.