Novel & Cerita My Two Wife

Maybe this is a good time to rebuild our closeness a little so that everyone feels appreciated in this game. "I'm sorry, honey. I've been too busy lately, to the point that we've missed a lot of time together. Maybe if we can win this problem, we'll enjoy the results together. In the meantime, let Malisa languish in prison, or better yet, let her die, and we'll finish her off," I said, trying to calm my wife, Lina.

she replied with a small smile. Maximus sighed deeply before speaking. “Diana, I’ve been married twice. My first marriage ended painfully, and it was entirely my fault. My second marriage… there’s everything in it but love. I should never have tied myself to that person. I realized my mistake too late. I lost the most precious thing I had because of my second wife. I thought she was the love of my life, but after a while, I saw how wrong I was. By then, it was too late. I’ve lost so much, Diana… too much.”

I've gone to great lengths to ask Damon to leave my life, but he's the one who keeps holding me back. "I didn't pursue Damon at all. I even asked him to divorce me and ask him to marry you, but what did he say? He refused, in fact he clung to me even more. He even said he would keep me as his legal wife! Meanwhile, you're going to be a second wife, which of course means you'll be the butt of everyone's ridicule for being second. I wish you realized that the status of a second wife is the lowest status in this world. No woman wants to be the second woman. It's not like you to be so proud of that. You're so shameless."

"I've told you, I can't help you find your mom and I can't be her." Liam sends me a knowing glance. "This is my wife, Laura." "Hi ma'am. It's good to finally meet you." She scrunches her face up like she's not happy to see me. "That's wrong, you weren't married to this one all along. The one you married was prettier. Who's this?" "My first wife, Neriah, died. This is my second wife." She finally decided to settle into a chair. Liam and I lower ourselves into the seats opposite her.

“We’ve come too far not to be.” “Okay then,” Lila said, stepping back. “Say it before you change your minds.” Jason reached for Bella’s hands. They were cold, trembling a little. His thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I, Jason Reed…” He swallowed. “Take you, Bella. To be my wife.” Bella blinked hard, her lashes catching the light. “I promise,” he said, his voice rough, “to love you. Even when everything else turns against us. Even when I’m not sure I deserve it.”

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

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

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

“I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him. “What happened to us in the past traumatized him. Please don’t blame him.” Her first instinct was to apologize, and her second was to justify his behavior. I felt an indescribable sense of sorrow. He was the cause of all my sufferings. However, my wife, whom I had once loved deeply, chose the culprit who had hurt me.

I answered cautiously. “Hello?” A young male voice spoke. “Mrs. Blackwell, my name is Thomas Reed. I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” My heart began to race. “Do you know where my son is?” “I know where Daniel is. But before I tell you, you need to understand something about your father.” “What?” The man paused. “Daniel isn’t the first child your family lost.” I looked at the photograph again. “Then who is the boy in this picture?” Thomas lowered his voice. “That’s your father’s first grandson, Elena. And he is the reason your husband was never supposed to marry you.”