Novel & Cerita My Evil Genius Wife

Thunder POV I can feel my wife’s resentment with every word she utters, but it's okay for her to express all her thoughts to me. I'm happy that she finally agreed that we can talk so that after that we will be fine. "Oh, why are you silent? You're annoying me!" she said and at the same time staring at me. I don’t understand this habit of my wife now. I don’t see her as the former Jewel and I see her now as a brave and resilient woman.

"You're not sticking to your husband anymore hun?" "I'm ready go listen to you mum..I'll get married to the Denix to boost your contract" "Whoa what has my girl turned to..a bitch? Leaving her husband?" "Mum..just stop those insult..I'll get married again" "Hmmn. Still got those guts hun?" I rolled my eyes. "Well..since you took so long to answer..the Denix canceled the contract" "What?" "I don't know what the hell you told them..their son's just keep blabbing about me forcing you into marriage which is not right and bla bla.. they said you would fall in love with whomever you want"

I don't know why she loves to prank on Varun and she plays more time with him only. "Did you write your name on him? No, right? And he is my husband. I have every right on him," my wife replied smirking at her. My daughter gave an evil smirk to her which made me confuse. In swift moment my angel grabbed a chair and stood up on the kitchen level. And stood in equal height with me and my wife. "Dadda give me your hand," she asked me cutely. I melted in her words and gave my hand to her and she pulled my sleeves up shown something which made my wife froze.

Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way. Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on." "Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife." Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.

And she needs to go to jail. "Shut up!" I roared. The room echoed with it. My heart thudded violently against my ribs. "Don’t you dare call her that. She’s my wife." Dave flinched, but then shook his head, exasperated. "Your wife? Boss… she lied to you. She’s been pretending to be mute. Pretending! That’s sick. That’s not love, that’s manipulation." I staggered back a step, like he’d physically shoved me.

His hardened expression made the servants instantly step aside, uneasy as he passed. On the other hand, Anderson clenched his own hand. It pained him to realize that the grandson he had considered clever was in fact a fool, like a donkey falling into the same hole again. “I’ll find a suitable woman for him. The Wendy family has a daughter who just finished her studies abroad, Father.” Emma was delighted with her own idea, but she was met with Anderson’s cold glare. The old man looked at her icily as he rose. “His stupidity must have come from you.”

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white. So Grandpa knew. He knew the whole time. And she let him find out something that dirty. Then why didn't he tell me? The guy swallowed hard. "Ms. Sweeney wasn't scared. She snapped, 'You old bastard, your grandson can't even have kids, and you won't let me borrow one?' Then she said, 'Be smart. Right now, only I know. Expose this, and everyone will know your grandson can't give you a great-grandchild.'

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.