Novel & Cerita My Evil Genius Wife

His words landed like a death sentence ans echoed over and over again in my head. And in that moment, I understood. He hadn’t just betrayed my heart. He had planned my ruin. Piece by piece. A childless mother? Yes, I was. A foolish wife? I wore that crown without resistance. But a fool? No. Never that. One thing I would never do was sign away my rights as a co-founder. That company wasn’t Asher’s dream. It was mine.

“I didn’t think you’d still be this shallow after so many years. You broke someone else’s marriage for money in the past. You have enough money now. Do you think you can really stop her from cheating on you?” Carlson gritted his teeth and wanted to slap me, but I blocked him. Instead, I slapped him repeatedly. Carlson yelled in pain. He wanted to fight me, but I subdued him. He had spent all these years living a good life. He was no longer the hardworking assistant he had been in the past. He could not even fight back, so he could only endure a few more slaps from me. “Don’t worry, I’m an educated man. I don’t want to be a homewrecker.

"Humans are the dumbest, and grandpa doesn't have the brains to think if once a traitor will do the same thing. Trust me, that bastard will do the same thing. Moreover, he knows, stupid, naive older sister and an angelic woman to care for him. child cheating husband. " "I just kept quiet, and you underestimate me. But, don't ever underestimate my wife." I turned around and saw Gerald's hardened face. "Hahaha. Shut up? Because you're wrong. You are human, with no shame, no brain, no face, no animal, free to hooked up where and when the desire comes." Track!! I winced in surprise because Gerald kicked the chair in front of him. "Don't pretend to comment if you don't know the story of my life."

She said almost shouting. I was shocked by the tone of her voice. I glared at her. "What do you mean by that?" I said seriously. "Your wife is gone! She left you! Why do you think I’m here instead of her?! Because she already left you! She left with Alex! They cheated on us! They left us!” She said while she is crying so loud. I shake my head. That’s impossible! My wife will never do that! “What are you saying?” I said still in disbelief.

Surprised at his harsh words. "Don't take his words Seriously!" I said and held her hands. It looks like she was already upset. She had to. "It's almost midnight..let's go" I said before she changed her mind and we both went to the parking lot after carefully checking whether my dad had gone * "Your wife loves music?"Jennifer asked when we got to my apartment. "Call her Violet" I corrected her. Violet wouldn't like to be called that. "Oh sorry" she chuckled. "Looks like Violet loves music a lot. I mean your house sounds like a disco club!"

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.

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.