Novel & Cerita My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict!

I was quiet for some seconds thinking deeply and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react. ‘I mean I went to the prison recently, right? And she was clearly there.’ “I visited her recently, and she was there..” “Did you see her?” “I went over to the prison.” “Did you see her?” “I met with the warden, and she told me that my wife.. My ex-wife was injured and couldn't see me.. So..” “So, in a nutshell, Mr Vegas hasn't seen his wife in flesh and blood since she was locked away as he claimed, huh?”

I began coming home earlier, telling myself it was for Pink, though I knew the truth. It was her. The way she looked at my daughter, with pure love and it stirred something in me I thought had died long ago. But then, some night, reality came rushing back She was not just an ex-convict, she was also a stripper. I'd reminded myself as I stared at the ceiling. The words should have burned me. Should have made me lock the door between her and my world. But they didn't. Not when I thought of how she laughed and played with Pink in the garden. Not when I saw her kiss my daughter goodnight.

It didn't start that way. Ellen, my wife, ex-wife, is a glamorous woman. Though not tall, she has a perfect shape and works very hard to maintain it. She is obsessed with style and appearance. Clothes, makeup accessories, all leading-edge. And she has not said a word to me in two years.

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

He hesitated, glancing at his partner. “Who did it?” I asked again, louder this time, my heart pounding so fast I could feel it in my temples. “She’s an ex-convict,” he said. “Just released from prison a few days ago.” “Who is she?” The words ripped out of me. His answer was quiet, but it might as well have been shouted into my ear. “Lucy Blackwood.” Something inside me went still. My tears dried in an instant. A sound came from my mouth, but it wasn’t sobbing—it was a laugh. Loud, empty, and cold.

’’ He inquired while expressing some concern in his tone of voice. ‘‘That will never happen in any way...’’I shook my head, looking directly into his dark brown eyes to show to him that I was sincere in my promises. ‘‘I want your wife to get healed so that you won’t do illegal things like this again in the future. In addition to that, I am Mrs. Maxwell, and I'm the wife of one of the wealthiest men in this town. Why would I bother calling the officer over something that isn't even worth a million dollars?’’ His eyes turned downward as he continued to work in freeing me.

One I couldn’t understand even if I tried to. Blinking again, I scanned the busy prison street, searching for a familiar face. Maybe someone had come to pick me up, but there was no one. With a sigh, I continued walking when suddenly a sleek black car drove in and stopped a few feet away from me. The door opened, and my breath caught when I saw a familiar face. "Liam…” My ex-husband. My chest tightened as he exited the car and walked towards me. What the hell was he doing here?

I saw the shock that formed on their faces as I said ‘ex’. I began. “When I married my husband, Simon Langston, the CEO of Langston's Innovations, I was labeled the lucky wife, the golden retriever, and so much more. Everyone assumed I was treated like a queen, with people at my beck and call, making me the envy of countless women who wondered why Simon chose me," I paused, wiping off my tears with the back of my hand.

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

He wasn't even completely at fault. "What is bothering you? I am here speak to me," She said and I looked at her. "I am confused, with my love life," I confessed. "Tell me about it, I am listening to you," She added before she took a sip of the blueberry smoothie. "My ex husband, he is ready to redeem himself, Damon, by the looks of it is not ready to let me go, and on his path. He fixed what Mason's doings almost ruined," I said to her and she took the last of her toast.