Novel & Cerita My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift

My husband asked immediately, and everyone laughed. “Well, you all have given my wife a gift. Well, I would have also added, but I have given her an empire as a gift also. What else can I do?” He asked, and they were all stunned at how shameless my husband is. “I can't pick out of her empire to give her something again!” he added, and they all laughed again. “Thank you all! But I want you all to also help me! Be a witness to a memory I don't want to allow to fade ever!” he said, and I was confused.

"Yeah, I remember you." "Yeah, we met briefly a long time ago, in the lake. It's the same day I discovered my husband was having a mistress, right?" Viviana said in a mocking tone, her eyes gleaming. Clarice smiled uncomfortably. "Yeah..." "Um, don't worry, I'm not here to talk to you about the past. I'm here to give you a gift on your wedding day because I won't be there to witness it because I'm not invited. My dear ex-husband forgot to give me an invitation card," Viviana said bitterly. "Anyhow, this is my gift for you. I hope you will like it. Can you please open it now? I want to know if you like my gifts."

Chapter 1 CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of trying to be the perfect wife, and this was my reward divorce papers on our anniversary. I stared at Stefan's perfect signature on the last page, the ink still fresh. He must have signed them this morning, probably right after I'd left that stupid handmade card on his desk. The one I'd spent hours making, like a fool who still believed in fairy tales. The anniversary card I made for my husband Stefan still sat on the kitchen counter, untouched. Three years of marriage summed up in a handmade gesture he couldn't even bother to open. I'd spent hours on it last night, writing words I thought mattered.

The words coming from Ethan hit me, but it felt like they were passing through a layer of something, as if they never fully reached me. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense. We had been married for eight years. This was the woman who squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush every single morning. She remembered every single one of my dietary quirks and never let cilantro ever end up in my bowl. I constantly teased her for being childish, but she never got tired of buying me prank gifts. Such a woman was having an affair? I looked down at my hands. My wedding band was still resting on my ring finger.

"I'll give you three days. If you don't come back and marry Yvette, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I'll catch you and that little girl back." Arno Hunter was very angry. He invited many vital people to the wedding. He wanted to let people know that the woman he married was Yvette Hill, the daughter of the Hill family. Let everyone witness the wedding of this prosperous age between them. But at the most important moment, he ran away with the little girl. "One week, see my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I'll get married in a week. I'll talk about it if I'm in a bad mood."

And beside the wine was a small, unwrapped gift with a card that read "To my loving husband, happy anniversary" I felt a wave of realization wash over me. I had forgotten our wedding anniversary. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts and worries that I had completely forgotten the most important day of Bridgette's life. I felt a pang of guilt and regret. Even though I didn't love Bridgette, even though she was a spoiled brat and a dangerous woman, she was still my wife. And I had hurt her, deeply. I stood there, staring at the cake and the gift, feeling like the worst husband in the world. I knew that I had to make it up to her, somehow. But how?

Yes, it was either that he had been possessed or that this was a simple prank. My husband was the best thing that had happened to me. Although our relationship started off as a contractual one, we quickly fell in love with each other. Our love blossomed daily, and I couldn't help but thank the moon goddess for blessing me with such a man who loved and cherished me. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that the husband who hated to see me in pain would one day be the reason behind my deepest scar. It was our third anniversary that day and after returning from the town's market with our cake, I came to call him. Imagine my horror when I saw him in an intimate position with my c

My husband was dressing his late brother's wife and this realization almost made me want to vomit. I stood outside his Private Sanctum, my trembling palms damp from sweat as I held the little gift box in my hands. I'd made the shirt myself, stitching every thread with shaking fingers with sleepless nights, just like last year... dark grey, his favorite color. I even wrapped it in silk and tied a pink ribbon around it, because I stupidly still believed that maybe he'd smile. That today, he would remember we once loved each other after he claimed me. It was our wedding anniversary. One good year since he held me in front of the pack, called me his mate and kissed me like I was the only thing k

he said and wrote down the prescription that he handed out to me. “Thank you so much for your help,” I said and left his office. On my way home, I stop by a gift shop and buy a small box to package the test results. This will be my anniversary gift for my husband. Yes. Tonight is the anniversary of the third year of our marriage. Aiden and I met when I was working as a waitress in a bar lounge. I had accidentally spilled some drinks on him and was on the verge of being fired but he intervened and saved me. We exchanged numbers and inexplicable romance kicked off.

"Rain baby! It's so... rare to see you without your better half these days." Rain rolled his eyes at his mother. Trisha grinned at him as she pulled him into a hug before letting him into her apartment. Trisha loved Jonathan and she had been trying to figure the perfect anniversary gift out for her husband. The problem with having a filthy for a husband? He basically already owned everything he wanted. And even though Jonathan cherished every silly thing he got from Trisha like it was the biggest treasure Jonatan could imagine (which was so utterly embarrassing and endearing at the same time), Trisha still wanted to get Jonathan something special for their first wedding anniversary. For that