My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict! Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.."

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“Jane, you’re so stubborn. Why can’t you just change to a new job? Why do you have to work here?” “Mr. Dunn, let me remind you, I’m just an ex-convict. I’ve been to jail before. What proper job do you think I can get, Mr. Dunn?”

It was a cold, dangerous command for an answer. I swallowed the lump in my throat, quickly shaking my head in a desperate bid to keep the peace. "No. No, I didn't do any of that. I swear. I just saved her life from a speeding truck… I have absolutely no ill wishes against my ex-wife. But her powerful family is incredibly vindictive, and they just don't see it that way." The male—whose face was heavily scarred and whose neck was wrapped in a crude prison tattoo—stared down at me for a long, quiet moment. The other three people in the cell had also turned their heads, their hard eyes drilling into my skin.

He builds more curiousity in me as I watch him drin from his glass of wine before asking, “What do you intend to do now that you’re out of jail?” I gives him a long skeptical state then, I finally sips from my wine, letting it cool my chest before replying. “I don’t know. But I know I won’t be going back to my family or my Ex-husband.” “Then you are going to let your husband get away with what him and your sister did to you? Don’t tell me you are going to let them live a happy and fulfilled life while you suffer the stigma of being an Ex-convict. Not to mention the hell you must have been through in prison heavy with pregnancy.” Tristian dead-pan angrily, his eyes blazing red as they takes a

Andrew pov(Stella's Ex husband): I was massaging Mary’s leg ,as she ate slices of fruit that the maid had cut up for her. She sat comfortably on the couch, chewing slowly while scrolling through her phone. I had gotten divorced, and Stella had sent me a video of the CCTV footage of our home, where Mary was bullying her and pretending Stella hit her. I wanted to believe Stella, my ex wife, because I loved her.

"Though I have to say, even facing prison, you're still the best thing that ever happened to me." "I'm going to be the wife in federal prison. That's going to be great for your image." "My image is already destroyed. Might as well commit to being the CEO who stood by his wife through everything." He kissed her forehead. "Besides, it'll give me an excuse to wear orange when I visit. I look terrible in orange." "You look good in everything and you know it." "True. But orange is pushing it." Christopher burst through the door, waving his phone. "We have a problem. Actually, we have twelve problems, but one of them is urgent."

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"Fine fine. I'm here in the Philippines. And I'm just wondering if your free today? Just want to hangout and catch up with my best friend after you reject me." I smiled. "Not today I'm on leave. Maybe tomorrow?" My husband glared at me. But I just ignore him. "Okay Mara! See you tomorrow then!" "Yes see you! Bye!" After the call my husband confronted me. "And what was that wife?" "What?" "Your going out with your ex suitor?" He ask me in a serious tone. "His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on."

She’s the one who’s going to be running away filthy rich. “I was so disappointed when he was exonerated. Ugh, that man can’t keep money in his bank account for two seconds before it’s gone. Never any money for me, never any sympathy for his wife, only caring about his pathetic little daughter. Perhaps he should have gotten a better job, or better yet, died in his jail cell.”