My Wife's Lovers Painting นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Charmond's figure towards his wife even though they have gone through difficult things as a couple until now. OH BABY GRACE Three in the morning on the balcony with the lights on, illuminating a woman's body with more than one painting. In just one night, Grace was able to spend in front of the canvas with quite a few paintings. The paintings were still perfect, they even seemed to clearly depict the atmosphere a heart and life that has been spent with many losses from the love that once had for two men. He is Mr. Emeron and Charles.At the last touch of color, her eyes continued to see a white palace building that stood perfectly.Rising with a smaller size because it was at a height from the

Meanwhile, the young girl looked bewildered and slightly at a loss. … The painting depicted the moment of their first encounter. Gwynn's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at her husband. Her voice was choked with emotion, "Did you paint this?" Qiao Shiyan's gaze was intense. After a moment, he nodded and handed Ocelotte to the nanny. Then, he embraced his wife and tenderly professed his love to her in front of hundreds of guests. "I'm not a good husband, Gwynn. "I've been deceitful and hypocritical in the past.

"You might want to. Mateo might have loved you, but he wasn't about to drug you. Think back to that fateful night. Who did you see? Besides Mateo and your own brother, wasn't Yasmin there too?" "Now that Yasmin's gone, it's convenient to blame her," Clarisse retorted, her voice a mix of denial and despair. "I've said my piece. Whether you believe it or not is your call, but remember, Mateo was a victim too. He married you out of love, and all the while, you were hung up on Henry and even considering divorce. Don't you love Mateo, even just a little bit?" "I..." "Why did you even marry him if you didn't love him?" Nancy cornered Clarisse, who was struggling to catch her breath. Clarisse bit h

I said, the bitterness hanging heavy on his last name. “De Herrera?” His eyes widened. “You must be Signore Rome De Herrera’s beloved wife?” Beloved. I almost scoffed at the word. I had never been Rome’s beloved. “Yeah,” I answered shortly. “It’s an honor to meet you, madam,” he smiled, though his eyes didn’t quite reach it. Maybe it was the weight of the atmosphere I’d created. “I’m the painter of the painting your husband bought at the auction.” Oh… "You mean, you painted Sun Sets With Her?" My eyes widened. This is my chance to ask and quench my curiosity. "I'm really curious about the message behind that painting. Mind telling me its story? If you don’t mind… I'm all ears."

He leaned back and grabbed his glass of wine again. It was a power play. If I’d said yes to him in the first place, my marriage would be much better. He would be kind, affectionate, and respectful but I took the wrong path, and even though I ended up in the same place, this time…I got the monster.

I could say everything there was to say about any of my paintings, I could this, I could do this. “This one is called Eternal Flame” I gestured to it. He nodded, tilting his glass forward. “It seems to depict true love” I laughed slightly at that and crossed my arms. “That's what I want people to see at first glance but when you look closer…” I guided his attention to the subtle cracks in the lovers embracing figures, faint shadows cast across their faces. “What is it?” He squinted his eyes at it.

I could already tell that the situation is not in our favor it clearly shows through his gesture. His damp hair is neatly brushed backwards and he is just in his homey attire. I ran my eyes around the place from the closed door of his bedroom to the wide hall where the wedding portrait is displayed. My brother and his Queen, both of them displayed the affection glowing through the twinkle in their eyes and the smile on their lips. The atmosphere was clearly captured by the painter who put it into the canvass and paint. I admired both of them and the love they expressed for each other. If only Carmela is still here, then my brother would have...

“This is a painting by the heart, Madame! It features the dreams of this young man, an image he always wanted to see but was not granted by fate. If you buy this, you’ll be reminded of the child who will never waver despite the harsh reality of the world.” The couples looked at each other. It was the wife who said, “It’s lovable, yes, I agree, Miss. But, I wanted a painting of me and my husband—” “He can make that, Ma’am!” Briane’s eyes widened. He poked the woman’s waist, but she ignored him. “His a very adept painter despite his age.” Brows raised, the woman scrutinized Briane who looked down, his ears reddening. “Are you sure?”

"How would I know your husband is Jesse Swain? You said you hate your useless husband! You said you would divorce him soon! You held me and said that I was your true love! Snow Wardle, you liar! I hope you suffer!" "Shut up!"

But, at the end, His heart won over his mind and he sent the painting to her. He was glad now that he did sent the picture and she loved it. She even hanged it in her room which made him the happiest man ever in this world. The same heart which felt bad knowing that she still loves Damon now, smiles... There's a another small hope raised in his heart that, he still has a Chance to win her and make her fall in love with him. But, he didn't know... how will things move from now on knowing very well that, His brother will be involved in this and he still love her!