My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her last words gripped my attention. "Yes. I've kept this to myself for too long. Since you won’t come with me, I have no choice but to tell you. The man of God said you need deliverance from your spiritual wife. She’s the one causing my miscarriages." "Oh no," I said, my brows furrowing. "And you believe him?" "Why wouldn’t I? You’re afraid to face the truth because you enjoy the company of your spiritual wife!" I let out a bitter chuckle. "Where was this so-called spiritual wife when you conceived years ago?"

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

I scratch my eyes and blink many times to make sure I'm not dreaming or seeing a ghost in a broad daylight. I shivered when I see her not as a ghost but as a real person. I immediately run towards them to intervene only to be surprised! I'm not just embarrassed and pissed that I was manipulated by these psychopath siblings. I married Georgina in someone's body. I can see how different they were. My wife is lovely and easy to change her mood. Her scheme is different from the woman in front of me. She doesn't even know how to pretend but my wife is capable of everything!

“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.

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.

She turned to face me with an angry look, but I only smiled and winked. “Anaya, what is going on? Who is this man, and why does Hellen look like she has seen a ghost?” Nash asked, and I laughed. What an Idiot. “Dylan Johnson,” he smiled as he stretched his hand, “Hellen’s ex-husband.” Nash blinked between them, confusion spreading across his face. “Wait. Ex-Husband? Hellen, is this the man who abused you?” I took a seat, grabbed a new bottle of wine, and opened with a laugh, “You traveled halfway across the world to help her with her divorce, Nash,” My eyes met his, “And yet you don’t even know what her husband actually looked like?”

"Whatever that happens between my husband and I, is none of your concern Mr Moon, If you are trying to make me abort your pup because I’m a human then I’m happy to wish you happy failure in advance. I will raise this baby as mine and made sure he doesn’t grow to become a heartless beast like "Gloria Please" He insisted and raised his hand to stop me, “Stop using that term on me! Your parents were killed by werewolves how is that any of my concern? Now listen, I've had my men run a background check on you and I know you are married to Jude Moretti, my project manager. Now the main reason for having you brought t0 me is because that same Jude Moretti asked for a leave because his wife died and

“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