Novel & Cerita Married To A Mystery

Even after they enter the office, I am still standing there. The only thought in my mind is 'his wife.' I never knew he was married, there are no pictures, or even a paragraph about such a thing. I don't know how I get back to my office, much less to sit around my desk, but all I know now is that I lost my appetite, and I feel sick to my stomach. Mr Cross is married. He has a wife, who was a dog that wears a yellow onesie and is being pushed around in a stroller like a child.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

"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.."

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

Too bad that incident happened and we separated. When l was young, mom Sarah always told me not to be very curious about everything. That curiosity will lead me to danger. I didn't listen to her. May be if l had listened to her and stop the habit while still young l wouldn't have seen my husband doing such thing. I wouldn't have witnessed and fainted at how he was in the most luxurious room in the house having sex with a dog. I couldn't believe my eyes.My world couldn't have collapsed that night.

It was better to avoid having such high expectations, as greater expectations often led to greater disappointments. Emma took a few sips from her water bottle. After running around for half a day, she was tired and thirsty. Suddenly, a voice called out, causing Emma to put down the water bottle and turn to look quickly. "Emma?" It was her uncle, Bronson Walker. He walked over, his gaze sweeping over the open mouth of Emma's backpack. He asked, "I heard from your mom that you got married." Emma nodded awkwardly. "Yes, I did." Bronson frowned disapprovingly. "Why did you suddenly get married? What does your husband do for a living? What does his family do? Have you thoroughly investigated him?

And how had this marriage fractured so deeply? Questions churned in her mind like a rising tide, refusing to settle. “What happened before all this…” she murmured to herself, her eyes alight with a need for answers. The mysteries swirled together into an intricate web, entangling her heart and making it impossible to find peace. Even more unsettling was the thought of the tragedy to come. What chain of events could transform a seemingly devoted, if reserved, husband into a murderer? Was there something hidden within his words tonight that hinted at the truth—or were there still layers of secrets to uncover?

It was an honest answer, but then I noticed that creeping smile on his lips. Great, even this version of him finds it funny. What's wrong with believing in fantasy? "And what does my love story concern your problem?" Leaning towards the desk, he propped his arms and let it rest above. "I've been married to Marie for almost a year, and I can't help but notice that the longer we're together, the more we get complicated." "You're the smartest man I know. You're doing great in business and almost everything. Why can't you solve this little problem?" I asked.

“How do you know about the doctor dude?” “Max told me. Says the surgeon has the hots for you.” Lizzy shook her head. “Garrison doesn’t have the hots for me. He’s just a friend and women aren’t his thing—he has a boyfriend.” Abby placed her glass on the side table. “He does? Then who the heck are you married to?” “The Scythian. Kris Muller is my husband.” ***

He took the phone and turned it off. At another location, Mrs Wellington was sitting on a bed with a lady friend. “So, how did it go?" Maria asked, searching Mrs Wellington's face for answers. “He switched off his phone," Mrs Wellington replied dejectedly and Maria smiled making Mrs Wellington frown. “That is a good sign. You worked him up. Does he have any chronic illness? Like Hypertension, diabetes, cancer, maybe," Maria asked with a broad smile plastered on her face. “Not that I know off but he is still my husband and I don't have plans of losing him to the cold hands of death," Mrs Wellington said sternly, staring at Maria with a frown not at all finding her comment as funny.