My Wife's Lovers Painting นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Belva said curtly and was about to walk away but Hego held her hand, pulling her tightly. “Then whose child is it? Have you married abroad?” Hego asked with great curiosity. Belva threw Hego's hand away roughly, "None of your business. Whether I want to remarry or not, it has nothing to do with you." Hego narrowed his eyes angrily then asked again, "Could it be that you ran away from marriage five years ago because you already had a lover behind my back?" he accused unreasonably. Belva smiled sideways and faced Hego with her chin held high.

Many argued back, talking about how devoted Andres Gardner was to his wife. "If anyone in our circle could make me believe in love, it would be those two." "Mr. Gardner had risen to fame as a genius young painter, but it was his masterpiece, 'Beyond the Ordinary,' that made him a household name. "He once said his wife was his muse and source of inspiration. You can see his affection for her in every stroke and in every shadow of his paintings." As she listened to their murmurs, Camellia forced a bitter smile. She and Andres had entered an arranged marriage to merge their powerful families, meeting for the first time at the county clerk's office.

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

Asher and I hung back, our shoes scuffing softly on the terrazzo floor, the air humming with the distant whir of an AC overhead. “I know your husband and my wife love art, so I brought them here today to explore it as my birthday outing. How do you see it?” Asher whispered with a low seductive tone. We stopped at that submerged woman painting first… the one with the black water lapping at her chin, her eyes opened wildly like she's begging you to pull her out. Or push her under. Asher leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck.

“Ryan, you got mad today and still rushed over to my house at 8 a.m. to yell at me. That’s not a threat, that means you are devoted to me like a wife.” “I’m not devoted to you. And I'm not your wife!” “Mm hmm.” He leaned in until his lips brushed my cheek. “So tell me If you aren't my wife, what are you?” My face heated so fast I practically felt steam. Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck my heart for choosing this gremlin. Finally, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back a little so that I could catch my little stolen breathe. “You’re doing it again,” I said.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”

If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance… If you’ve ever believed that the past disqualified you from a beautiful future— This story was for you. Enemies to Lovers is about second chances, yes but it’s also about self-trust. Brielle had to trust herself enough to stay. Jaxon had to trust himself enough to change. Together, they built a life that was loud, messy, imperfect, and deeply, fiercely real. Thank you for loving them. Thank you for rooting for them. Thank you for feeling angry on their behalf, smiling at their quiet moments, holding your breath during the hard ones, and celebrating every victory—big and small.

Her expression hardened the second she saw Elena. “Well,” his mother said slowly, breaking the silence, her voice smooth but edged. “This is… unexpected.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. “This is my wife.” The words dropped into the room like a controlled explosion. Silence followed. Not shock. Something sharper. His sister let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about things like this,” Adrian replied calmly. His father leaned back slightly, studying Elena with a measured look. “You got married,” he said.

Jonas was the son of my father-in-law’s first love. My wife and the college boy I had sponsored had been sleeping together behind my back for a long time. And even her father had been helping them cover it up, even encouraging it. In this entire family, I was the only fool. I was the only one kept in the dark, pouring in money and effort while feeding a nest of ungrateful parasites. I forced down the violent hatred surging in my chest. With a polite smile still on my face, I stepped in front of Vincent and walked to the control panel.