La Mujer De Mi Esposo Capitulos Completos Novels & Stories

“Alice, please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” I turned my head slowly toward her, and the cold in my chest transformed into something sharp. “Harder?” I repeated, incredulous. My laugh came out jagged. “You slept with his cousin the night I ruined my life, you married that cousin, you just became a widow, and now you’re sitting in my husband’s car like you own him. You’re telling me not to make it hard?” Her eyes glistened. If she’d been alone, maybe I would’ve believed the tears. But pressed against David’s shoulder, looking safe and cherished, she looked like a saint in a painting.

She crossed her legs and watched with mild amusement. I tried to push past Evans to reach her. “You home-wrecking bitch! Get away from my husband!” Evans grabbed my arms, holding me back gently but firmly. “Marisol, stop! Calm down. It’s not what you think.” “Not what I think?” I yelled, tears streaming now. “You’re in a hotel room with another woman while I’m at home alone, pregnant and sick every morning. How dare you? I gave up everything for you, my pride, my time, my future. And this is how you repay me?”

“Say the truth now, or I will be forced to burn this cabin with the three of you in it. And, I swear, I will find the last person by all means.” The woman looks up at her husband with teary eyes. The man shakes his head to whatever silent question her gaze carries. She then diverts her eyes to the dead girl before returning her stare to Ziason with a reply. “There isn’t a fourth person…” She swallows hard. “…yet.” “No…” her husband gasps, trying to break free of Freck, but the latter’s strength is greater. Meanwhile, Ziason looks down at the woman’s stomach. It’s slightly protruded even though she hides it within a big gown. Just anyone wouldn’t notice, but Ziason has seen his mother pregnan

Maria was about to cry. I held her in my arms. This is not good. Mathew is her husband. Unlike mine her story is different. She was caged in an abusive relationship. That's the other reason why I wanted to be with her. "Hush, now. Will figure things out okay. Everything is fine, you still have me My Maria. I'm still here," I give her assurance. I will never leave her behind. "Thank you, Seb. How I wish that you're my husband and I am your wife." Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt.

"You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?" There was a short pause on the other end of the line. "So what if it was me. Do you think you're still the Captain Lawson that everyone respects? You're now just a criminal who will soon be going to prison! I'll be honest with you, Felix. I've had enough of the indifferent look you have on your face all the time! I don't want to be married to a criminal for the rest of my life! Your life is over!" She hung up.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

The woman could notice the drastic change in her emotions, she could tell something was wrong. "Are you? You don't sound too sure about that" she inquired. Stephanie sniffed and looked up at her. "The truth is - I am still married. But my husband is currently pressing for a divorce",her voice echoed with pain - pain she had been trying to conceal from the moment she walked through the gate. "A divorce?" The woman mumbled to herself. She felt like asking more questions concerning the divorce but concluded the lady might not be comfortable with it. Now, she was beginning to doubt if she could let a divorcee work for her grandkids.

Her eyes, one green and one amber, were glowing with anticipation. Benito looked from Casey to the woman who had been sitting next to Reyes, the woman introduced as Reyes' wife. "I don't understand," he said. Reyes swept his hand toward Casey. "No Benito, you do not. This woman is my wife. I trust she is sufficiently stunning?" Reyes asked with a small smirk, as though he was now the one revealing a secret weapon. "Casey Hernandez," Benito said darkly. She nodded, her eyes on the man responsible for the murder of her family. "You weren't careful enough, were you Benito? You didn't clean up after yourself; didn't make sure I died with the rest of my family. Shame on you for being so sloppy."

“Oh! Thank you dear for informing me and bringing my son here to the hospital.” “No worries madam, may I excuse madam? I need to go home. My partner will be waiting for me at our house. And by the way, madam, may I know his name?” “He is Mark Spencer. He is our only son, but his already married to a Filipina lady. They have one child.” That was her answer to me. I was suddenly depressed that he was married, too bad he is still very handsome. I thought I still had a chance, haha! What happened to me, it’s like I don’t have my boyfriend!