Novel & Cerita My Sweet Little Wife Has Grown Up

Jonathan quickly grabbed the cell phone he had been ignoring, looked up Elena's number in the contact list, and dialed afterwards. Jonathan's hands clenched into fists as the dial tone sounded, one palm gripping the phone tightly as if it were about to shatter into pieces. "Go home now, Elena; I have a surprise for you." Jonathan said he was trying to sound sweet. Because to attract an insect, you need nectar to make it entangled. Elena's eyes widened with her mouth agape in disbelief. How could her husband change his attitude to be so sweet in such a short time? Without thinking, the woman agreed to rush home in a taxi.

"You little dummy, still so scatterbrained. Look at you crying from the cold, and you didn't even think to grab a jacket." 18-year-old Selena ruffled my hair and draped a jacket over my shoulders. That familiar scent of pine and the warmth momentarily left me dazed. … "So what you're saying is, the 30-year-old me got her wish and married you but didn't cherish it. And not only did I get involved with some male secretary who supposedly saved me, but I kept pushing you for a divorce?" At home, the younger Selena still had barbecue sauce at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with horror.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

All of it is due to this adorable little boy who adores her beyond all measure. She was just too delighted and blessed to have a son like him. She went from being a weak, lone woman to a strong, self-sufficient mother in those five years, forgetting all of the pain she endured and the people who had caused it to her, and moving on. It was all because of her son who became her strength and reason for her happiness. "Dear god, thank you for sending Feng into my life. Thanks a bunch. I can't even thank you enough, but I'm truly grateful."

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

“And who is this?” Kevin pulled Nuella closer and looked at his mum again. “This is Nuella Lowes, my wife.” Nuella felt the tip of her ears grow hotter but she managed a small smile. “Good evening ma. Happy birthday.” Then she held out the gift bag for her. “Your wife? What is the meaning of this Kevin? Who is this strange woman you have brought here?” his father asked and Nuella shuddered at the tremor in his voice. She gulped and looked away, unable to meet his eyes. There was so much hate in them.

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

And that someone is my lovely wife winter. In the past month of our relationship, it has moved to a new level where we are quite comfortable around each other, we have started to know one another very well. Now we know small things about each other's likes, dislikes, dreams etc. Recently I've come to know about her dreams. I smile brightly looking at the contract placed on my table signed which states that my wife will be officially our author and soon her book will be out too for publics to get lost in.