My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict! Novels & Stories

Maybe never be the same but at least I can mend a few things. I took my time observing her beauty. She looked adorable in her cute sundress. Her thick brown hair were pulled back in a bun. Her face was free of any make up and as it is she didn't require any make up. She looked perfect in a heavenly way and I felt proud that this woman was once my wife. "Tristan.." I felt someone calling my name. I was brought out of my daze. I looked at my wife. Ex My mind mocked me. "What are you thinking?", my curious cat asked me

“You are far more suitable for me. Sheena no longer deserves to be by my side.” Sheena stepped forward, staring straight at her husband without fear. “If you think being a wife is only about appearance, you are gravely mistaken, Gevan. A good husband should support his wife, not insult and humiliate her in front of their child and family. Have you forgotten that I have stood by your side for the past ten years? We have been together since we were teenagers. From the time you had nothing until you became a billionaire. When you were mocked and underestimated, who defended you? It was me! Me, Gevan! I even gave you my family’s assets to help you build your business! Without my help, you would

This child was entirely mine. My mind drifted toward the Apex Urban Prize. I had barely three days left for the final submission. I could not afford to waste my energy on their family drama; I needed to survive this night so I could get out of this bed and build a world that belonged solely to us. Exhaustion finally won, pulling me into a deep, dreamless sleep. --- A gentle tapping on my shoulder woke me. "Ma'am," the nurse whispered, her face pale under the dim lighting. "Your husband has been outside since you fell asleep and has refused to leave. He says he needs to see you."

But, at this moment, she felt that she was being foolish again, they are here to teach themselves a lesson today, they are here to reprimand themselves, and how would they care about her voice, they don't even care about her as a living, breathing human being, will they still care about a voice that has been ruined? "Mr. Jane, you talk so nice, why don't you give me a hand on the day I get out of jail? Look at my face, you have about forgotten that there is no more Jane Tong in the Jane family, I am a reformed laborer who has been in jail, I have no past, no relatives, no background. I have no past, no relatives, no background. For someone like me, where will I find a convenience store that

"Is the woman living in your house really your wife?" "Is it true she visited your grandmother pretending to be family?" Jason’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and cold. "She’s not my wife. Claire Wynne my real wife died in prison five years ago." Matt’s smile froze in place. Mandy stiffened for half a second but quickly masked it, looking pleased. Jason stared straight at Matt, as if daring him to move. The reporters pressed harder. "Do you have proof?" Jason sneered. "You think I'd mistake my own wife?"

"Yes, he's my husband." "Impossible! He's a successful businessman whose face and news are always on the front page of business magazines. I myself really like him because my father works at one of Lucas' companies. You're joking, Kanaya." "I'm not joking. My husband's grandmother helped me escape from the brothel, and I ended up marrying Lucas." "You cheap woman! Not only are you cheap, you're also a skilled liar. Mr. Lucas would never marry a woman like you," Chris snapped angrily.

Meanwhile, across the town sat Mrs Aurora on a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped dramatically around her forehead with Clara sitting beside her holding an ice pack to her cheek. The phone on the table buzzed. Mrs. Aurora grabbed it and immediately called her son. “Jacob!” she cried the moment he picked up “Finally! You have no idea what happened today. That woman your so called wife was released from prison. And do you know what she did the moment she got out? She latched onto some rich man!” On the other end, Jacob frowned, his voice cool “Mother, what nonsense are you talking about?” “It’s not nonsense!” Mrs. Aurora wailed dramatically “She humiliated us, Jacob. She had her man’s bodygua

“I don’t want to listen! Don’t you understand? If I give in, if I admit I’m sick, then I’m not the man I’ve been my whole life. I’m not Jason Carlisle. I’m… less.” Her eyes filled. She went to him, kneeling by his chair. She took his hand, pressing it to her heart. “Listen to me. You are not less. You are more than the titles, more than the strength. You are my husband. You are Lila’s father. You are the man who stood on a stage and faced down corruption. But you don’t have to fight this alone. Not with me here. Not with us.” His throat tightened. For a moment, the mask cracked. But then he shook his head, whispering, “I don’t know how to not fight.”

He smiled politely once more and that annoyed me even more. “This woman is an ex-convict. The company she fronts isn’t really hers, it is registered under another name. Are you really going to trust your capital to someone so compromised? Divorced, with a past like that? Think about your reputation. You shouldn't be working with someone who doesn't have a background!” I let out the words too fast. Faster than I was supposed to. For a moment the man simply stared and with a calm demeanor, he turned on his phone and played a video. My eyes went wife when I saw what was on the screen. I was beyond shocked. It was a video of George and me the day Normani was released from prison.

I reassured him. "Thank you very much, ma'am. That's why when they told me they were planning to harm you, I immediately thought of a way to warn you. You just beat me to informing Olga. You know, I’m an ex-convict. I was just defending the woman I love, but I ended up being blamed. Jessa and her family think I'm a bad person." "Don't mind those judgmental people. With us, we won't judge you." When we went up to the house, my husband was already there, waiting for us.