My Wife Is An All-around Expert นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Women ARE so many things. That’s it! I mean, we’re doctors and lawyers and teachers and firefighters and so on.” My mind flashed back to my marriage with Jordyn. I’d been a homemaker after we married. I’d run our house, booked our appointments, organized charity events. Other women did that, too. They spent their days running their kids around to activities, and still managed to get a hot dinner on the table. Those women were just as strong and powerful as career women, in my mind. “Let’s circle back to this idea of strength and power. It’s something all women have in common. No matter their chosen field. Women showcase their strength in different ways.”

“-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?” I froze, surprised by how much this man knew about me. “Uh-” I stopped, unable to come up with any words. He rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, “I was a fan..” he trailed off uneasiness evident on his face. When I was in college and after college, I was a model for a fashion collection. I was really social until- Jarrod found out I was pregnant with Cameron's child and my reputation was ruined. That was the only thing I did in my marriage asides look pretty and sexy.

“Wait, is Mr. Gage engaged to the daughter of Lang Group? That’s quite the power couple. Both companies are about to reach new heights!” “How embarrassing for Ayla Jewell! How could she try to drag Mr. Gage’s name into her mess? She clearly has no idea how ridiculous she looks.” The sneers grew louder. Everyone mocked her for overestimating herself. Ayla’s face could not get any more red. Her whole body trembled with rage. “It’s true! I’m telling you, it’s all true! I really am Chris Gage’s wife! Why won’t anyone believe me?!” “Oh, really? So you’re claiming you were married to Marriott Group’s Mr. Gage, and that you threw that cushy life away to play with some random intern?” someone in the

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

"He only confirmed that you really are Mr. Grayson's wife. He didn't go into too much detail." She paused before continuing. "But from what little he did say, I realized something." Her eyes met mine again. "You didn't even know he was your husband." I nodded slowly. "That's true." She sighed. "You see... Mr. Grayson is exceptional at almost everything." A faint smile appeared on her face, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Except when it comes to women." The way she said it immediately caught my attention. Somehow...I wanted to hear more.

“Darling, congratulations on your anniversary. I wish you guys many happy years as a beautiful couple.” I smiled. That would only work if I could talk to my husband right now. “Thank you, I smiled.” “And it looks like there’s a little one coming soon.” She looked at my tummy and I smiled. Fuck I wanted to be out of here immediately. The woman, who I remember her name to be Mrs Huston, is a family friend and I didn’t want to be rude to her but I had to see my husband before he made a mistake that could ruin both of us.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

If your friend's institution could really turn regular people into elites, you wouldn't still be a useless nobody. She shook her head in disdain. "Someone who isn't an elite has no business trying to train one. When my husband was still last in his class, I trained him myself and sent him straight into Dalvea University. That year, the entire school was shaken. Even the principal came to me asking for my methods." As she spoke of the past, Cassandra grew animated, her eyes bright with pride. Xavier was more than happy to stall for time. Swallowing his pride, he played along and echoed her praise. "That's incredible. As expected of you, Cassie. Only someone like you could do that."

The atmosphere gradually returned to forced civility, with guests toasting each other as if nothing had happened. Then, beaming with pride, Professor Warren suggested, "Why don’t we have Catherine share some of her insights on success?" I immediately perked up. My wife was about to give a speech! Toward the end of her remarks, she smiled in my direction. "Behind every successful woman is a supportive man. I wouldn’t be where I am today without my husband, Alex." That line dropped like a bomb. The room collectively sucked in a breath. "Wait, Catherine is married?"

"Yes, I have a whole team of men and women to make sure that the women we train are well-rounded. I have women that are skilled in etiquette and those that teach self-defense. It's all part of the package." "I like what I'm hearing." "However, it doesn't come cheap." "Don't insult me by finishing that sentence." I warned. "Pardon me, Alpha. In my line of work, I have to say everything clearly." "I understand." I knew what he meant. Some rich people could be cheap when it comes to paying for a service. "Alright, I..." Rita knocked on my door at that moment to announce the arrival of my wife. I stood up to welcome her when she flew in and into my arms. The impact of her almost made me stagger,