My Wife's Lovers Painting นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I scoffed out a small, bitter laugh at how foolish I was back then. “All the signs were all in my face, but I was too blinded by love and the gifts he gave me to see them,” I continued, tears pricking my eyes as my throat went dry. “That was until I learnt he was married and his wife was in a different country.” Tears made to escape my eyes but I quickly blinked them back, a dull, throbbing familiar ache in my chest making it hard for me to breath.

He gently entwined our fingers together and pressed an endearing kiss to my knuckles. "Now, this might not be the love confession you might be expecting. But I just want to tell you this. I like my wife a lot. And that's something considering the fact that I don't like a lot of people. My wife has such pretty eyes, which she tries to hide sometimes. But I want to see them every day. I want to paint them behind my eyelids," he said, and I choked out a sob, warmth flooding my chest.

My real husband is only you. I stared at her in silence, knowing full well we would never have the chance to remarry. As the one who developed the drug, I understood exactly how it worked. It didn't wipe memories instantly. It would erase them little by little until the person forgot the one they loved completely. And the antidote didn't exist. But Juliet clearly didn't know that. I asked softly, "Are you sure you won't regret this?" She smiled and gently cupped my face. "Wilson has loved me for so many years. His only wish is to have a wedding with me. I can't refuse him. Since I agreed, I won't regret it.

That night, I couldn’t shake it, the painting, the way he looked at it. So when I found him in his study later, I asked before i could think better of it.. “You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?” He looked up sharply. “Excuse me?” “The woman in the painting downstairs, the one by the sea “Elena,” he warned, “stop.” “No, you stop.” My voice cracked. “You keep pretending this marriage is real, but you treat me like someone who wandered in by mistake " “I never said it was real,” he said evenly.

She turned to look at him. 'You planned a wedding,' she said. 'A real one,' he said. 'Not for the board. Not for my mother. Not for investors or the press or any external purpose. For us.' He paused. 'For you. Here. In this room. Because this room is the most completely you of anything I know, and it seemed like the right place to ask if you would agree to be married again. Properly. With people who love you watching.' She did not speak immediately. She looked at the chairs and the light and the space she had made and then she looked at him, this careful, private, difficult, honest man who had planned a wedding in her gallery and had done it, she understood, entirely from love.

she declared dramatically, pointing her index finger straight toward the concealed door in the wood paneling. “It doesn’t.” “I think it does.” “It doesn’t, Eloise.” “It absolutely does!” She stepped closer to him. “You married me because you needed a respectable, flawless wife for society… while secretly keeping your men in there.” Dead silence crashed over the room. Weston simply stood there, blinking at her in utter disbelief. He looked like his brain had completely short-circuited. “…My men?” She nodded with complete seriousness. “Yes.” “…Male lovers.”

It left her with a sense of intrigue, wondering about the story behind this captivating artwork and its deeper significance in Grayson's life. Sarah was captivated by the painting, and she turned to Nora, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "This painting, it's... it's quite striking. Do you know the story behind it?" she asks. Nora smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with a hint of nostalgia. "Oh, that painting," she begins, "It's a depiction of a cherished memory. Those men in the car are Master Lao and two of his best firends, and that lady is young master's mother. This was painted by the Mistress of the house herself."

He laughed awkwardly. “Oh right, let me show you” I said to him, gesturing to him. “And how have you been?” “Great” he replied shortly. We reached one of my paintings, “Here” I pointed to my painting hanging on the wall. I looked at the painting, it was one of my favourites. One I painted a woman reaching out to her lover who was busy laughing at something his back against her not noticing her. “If I get the information you are passing with these paintings, unrequited love?”

It has gone viral with so many views and reaction about the painting. It depicts a woman wearing a bright colored shoes , a wineglass in one hand and a lighted smoking cigarette on the other the woman in the picture has a sultry look that seduces her audience. She wears a hat but her face is very clear. The painter have capture a perfect angle of Lorraine's face sitting in a compromising pose totally naked. The painting was entitled , Lover's delight. "This is too much! Mateo got up from the bed grab his clothes and slam the door behind him.

They said that all women would have affairs, and they blamed me for being narrow-minded and selfish. They asked me to be cordial with Sam. As long as Tanya gave us money, we did not have to care how many men she was sleeping with. Before I got married to Tanya, I had the same thought. However, I fell in love with her. Once I fell in love, I could not bear to be cheated on. I did not lose anything from this marriage. I built enough wealth to sustain me for a few lifetimes. Tanya did not know that I had blocked all my family members.