Novel & Cerita Mark Few Wife

After helping her put them on, she stared at him and asked, "Is this how it's going to be now? You treat me like trash? What do you think, that I can't tell my husband if I want to? Just because I gave you the freedom to play with me, you think you can treat me like one of those whores you pick on the streets? I am not an object; I am a married woman, Rowland's wife, and I don't deserve what you did to me just now." Mark scoffed, "Married woman? Alright, fine. I dare you to go ahead and tell your husband, and let's see if I don't tell him that your legs are so dead that they have no chance of ever being useful again."

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

They were all evidence of a life, our marriage. With trembling hands, I yanked open the wardrobe and reached for the locked drawer where we kept important documents. The certificate was exactly where it had always been, the cream paper and gold stamp staring back at me. Rick Thorne and June Cross. Married. I stared at it desperately. See? He'd lied to Marcus, that was all this was. Without thinking, I grabbed my purse and drove straight to the records bureau. I needed to be sure. I barely remembered parking, I just rushed into the building. The lights felt too bright and the air too cold, but I didn't let that stop me.

Planted. I got myself a glass of champagne and started making rounds. It didn't take long to find what she'd been sowing. I was near the bar, refilling my glass, when two women from the marketing department walked past me without noticing I was there. They were talking in that conspiratorial half-whisper that people used when they thought they were being discreet. "Did you hear about Seraphine Arkwright? Maribel was saying she's been having episodes. Like, full-on breakdowns at work."

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.

Each trip left expense records, each one included transfers to James. Serena and I got married six years ago. Ethan turned five this year, and Noah six. While I had thought we were building a future together, she had long since built another family. The phone vibrated again. Liam sent another message: [There’s one more thing, Mr. Drake. The night you had your heart surgery, Ms. Serena was with James for his birthday.] … I stared at the words, and the world around me fell silent. I remembered every detail of that night.

] I wanted nothing to do with the sister and wife who betrayed me anymore. Jason deliberately opened the bedroom door, showing off the hickeys that covered his skin. The wedding suite I had carefully prepared had already been turned into a wreck. Used condoms were scattered all over the floor. The bedsheets were crumpled and stained, and the air was thick with a foul, musky odor. Jason looked at me provocatively. “Shawn, the wedding bed you prepared is really comfortable. “Chloe and I just unlocked ninety-nine different positions. She was screaming so loud the roof almost came off!”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de