Novel & Cerita My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

“I thought you were my husband, well ex-husband if he would just sign the damn papers. Ian.” “Sit down Davina,” I told her and saw that she was ready to argue when one of my men stepped forward. She raised her hand in surrender and lowered herself to one of her couches. “How did you find me? Why did you find me?” she asked me, genuinely confused. “And why all this men? Did Ian send you? Because if he did, I am not going back so, don’t bother.” “I’m not here on behalf of that sleaze of a man you married Davina. You and your friend Vivian have been very naughty and I’m just here to find out why.” I dropped the now empty bottle in the bin and moved into the living room proper to face Davina.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

As soon as I sent my location, a bodyguard slapped my phone out of my hand. A man and a woman stood at the hotel entrance, staring at me with mocking smiles. "Well, well. If it isn't the famous Finn Kirkland. What's wrong? Money can't save your mother now?" Wendy Lowell is the only person in the world who can perform my mom's surgery. Money has lost its value. She hated my mom now. No amount of money could change that.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Without waiting to hear any response from them, she turned her back to them, and bowing her head she chanted some foreign words slowly, and then she went in a trance. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * LUCY HATI Lucy and her husband, stared at the old woman's back. They were both in shock, and other feelings that they couldn't even put a name to. Personally she was scared. So scared. The miscarriages from earlier, she just didn't understand it, and thankfully her husband had heeded her advice that they seek more powerful supernatural powers.

I heard my own phone ping on the counter. Damon Blackwood: Listen to me very carefully. My wife has been a ghost in this neighborhood. She has been polite, she has kept to herself, and she has asked for nothing but basic respect. Today, your children trespassed on our property, stole equipment, and caused her to lose a career she worked years to build. My heart hammered as a second message popped up.

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.

’ Somehow, I knew we’d be victorious at the end of the day. Pastor Alozie was reading the same verses for the fifteenth time when his wife arrived home from church. She carefully examined his face and concluded that something terrible had taken place in her absence. After greetings were exchanged, her blood ran cold for the next one hour while her husband narrated his ‘experience’ between himself and the goddess of prosperity. He paused at intervals to answer her questions. She’d known about angels, spirits, demons and marine creatures but as she sat down there listening to her husband, she knew of a truth, they really existed.