Novel & Cerita My Wife Vs A Mango Guess Who Won

Marcus As we climb the grand marble staircase leading into the venue, an immense wave of pride washes over me with Sarah secure on my arm. She is, without a single shadow of a doubt, the most breathlessly beautiful woman in this entire room. Tonight, I get to officially introduce her to the upper crust of New York society as my Wife. It doesn't get a damn bit better than this. Looking at her, I feel an absolute high that nothing could possibly ruin.

I pursed my lips helplessly and asked, "Do you really want to watch it with me?" "Of course," Luna replied without hesitation. "I want to do everything with you." I said nonchalantly, "The story was about a really loving couple. The woman cheated on her husband, so he divorced her and left her forever. Do you—" I fixed my gaze on Luna when I said that, for I wouldn't want to miss the slightest change in her expression. The color drained from her face when she heard that the man had left his wife forever. She clasped a hand over my mouth and asked, "Why would you watch something like that? It'll mess with your head. Don't worry. I'll never leave you.

"Elliot, you're the other man. You're so desperate to take my place that it's pathetic. How dare you push Olivia to divorce me! Where did you hide her?" I stepped back, keeping my tone calm. "Relax. I'm not marrying Olivia. I don't want her anymore." He let out a short laugh, taking it as sarcasm. "Olivia married me because she loves me. You'll never win against me." I had never been competing with him. He was the one who turned me into an enemy in his head, acted decent to my face, then posted that video behind my back. My voice tightened despite myself. "No one's competing with you, but you killed my mom. Don't you owe me an apology?"

Grace helped Luna walk, and the two of them made their way to the door. At the same time, Harvey exclaimed, “Damn it, I still feel sick! Why is there such an ugly woman in the world? Call an ambulance right now. I think I need to go to the hospital.” Then, one of the weaker-looking men among them got to his feet and stared fixedly at Luna's retreating figure. His blurry eyes suddenly cleared up as if he had remembered something. “Wait, don’t let her go! I know who she is! That freak is Luna Miller, Preston King's wife!” “What? That’s her?” Harvey questioned.

I replied, flashing her my signature smile. Silence settled in. “Did you happen to get married to a rich old man who died, leaving you with all his wealth?” Vivian spoke, breaking the silence. This was the first word she had uttered, and she sounded so pathetic. “Vivian,” Ryan cautioned, his voice barely above a whisper. “You are thinking the same; might as well just let it out,” she replied with an eye roll. I could see her eyes twitching, her plump lips about to burst out in flames.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

He raised his hand once, the small wave that was his version of a wave. I went over. "Good day?" he said. "We settled the Spinosaurus versus T-rex debate," I said. "Who won?" "Spinosaurus. Sophie agreed." "Two to one," he said. "Decisive." "Daniel accepted it eventually."

Your husband is your primary beneficiary. Husband? Josephine sat there in silence for a long time. She remembered the last thing I'd ever said to her. "From this day forward, we're no longer friends. As for Josephine, I have nothing to do with her anymore."* Only then did she realize that after all those years together, she had never even given me a proper place in her life. Even now, when she wanted to pay for her mistakes, she didn't even have the right. She went to the hospital and found the doctor who had treated me.

Her cheeks burned and without another word, she hurried toward the kitchen, trying her best to hold back her tears. She grabbed the nearest rag, wrung it under running water, then returned before Damien had the chance to call for her again. Everyone in the room stared at her. She bent over and wiped the table with trembling hands, praying nobody would speak. But no such luck. "Is your maid always this clumsy?" a man sitting near the fireplace asked. Before Damien could answer, another replied, "that's his wife." The room erupted. "Wife?" the first man repeated between laughs. "Damien, man, you could do better than this."

After we get engaged, the six of us plan one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my best friend, Vera Lambert, suggests a game called the "24-Hour Couple Challenge." We each draw a card. Anyone with matching symbols has to spend the next 24 hours acting like a couple. Whoever draws a blank sits out and gets stuck taking photos and carrying everyone else's bags. I'm the unlucky one in the first round. My fiancé, Joshua Renfrow, and Vera both draw the moon. They hold hands as they watch the sunrise, while I trail behind them carrying their bags. The second round goes exactly the same way. I get another blank, while Joshua and Vera draw matching roses. This time, they have t