Romans & histoires Peter Warrick Wife

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

With them was Lucinda Williams, a sophisticated widow who, after her husband’s death, possessed immense wealth—and very little idea what to do with it. Their voices carried just far enough. “Did you hear?” Evelyn murmured, eyes tracking Piper. “Thomas Anderson’s new wife is here. That… girl.” Mariana tilted her head. “The one from… what did they say? From humble beginnings?” Lucinda scoffed softly. “I wonder what happened to the girlfriend. The model. Paige. Is it—” “Yes,” Evelyn cut in lightly. “She probably didn’t meet the marriage requirements, whatever they were.” The women laughed softly.

“Lucia, when is the deadline the witches gave to return me?” I had forgotten about that. Daniel swore, his hand sliding over his face. “You know what, Jodie? Let us get married this weekend.” Peter poked his head into the bedroom. “Lucia, there is a woman here to see you. She said she is General Voss’ wife.” “Peter, the General does not have a wife. She died–” “Three years ago?” Peter completed. “Yes.” I followed him out of the room to the living room to meet the woman in question. She sat upright with more ease than I had ever seen in a human.

Alastor looked back with a smirk, “Animal blood. It's a lot of them, Warrick kills wild animals like mosquitoes. That's a sign he's close by.” We finally got to the end of the cave, but it was empty. “Is this it?” I asked breathing heavily. “Are you sure he didn't leave this blood here so he could fool you into thinking he was here?” “I can feel him around Melonie, be alarmed,” he retorted. I exhaled sharply, looking around nervously. Suddenly, Warrick walked out of nowhere, but he wasn't alone. A woman was standing next to him. “My children,” Warrick uttered, “It's so great to see you.”

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

"My housekeeper's gone mad recently. She keeps thinking she's my husband's wife. Can't do anything about it, I'm afraid." Shock rippled across the hall. "A housekeeper wearing her employer's gown and spewing nonsense? This is wild! Is she untrained?" "I knew it. Mr. Kissinger wouldn't fall for someone like that. Only women as elegant as Ms. Willson can be a match!" "So that's why she called herself Mr. Kissinger's wife. She's gone mad!" Someone laughed. Jackie frowned at me. Impatiently, he said, "You rifled the closet? How dare you, Wisteria! I told you, Yvonne's stuff is off-limits! Change out of that gown and get back in the kitchen! You're an eyesore!"

Iris was trembling badly, as if a basin of cold water had just poured on her head. It made sense. She had lost her chance and she made too many mistakes. It never occurred to her that Nicole was already Jared's wife. By chance, Iris had heard that Jared had a wife in the past. But from what she understood, the lady was long gone. And now, she suddenly returned and was alive with two kids. The siren of the police car sounded in Iris's ears. She knew that everything was over for her. Her face turned pale.

According to Peter’s request, all unnecessary families had been filtered out. Families like the Hall family were not on the Jameson family’s invitation list at all. After Mrs. Wilder arrived, Peter even specifically asked her if she had any requests. From Chris’s words, Mrs. Wilder had always treated him very well. He and Jessica had been married for many years, and Mrs. Wilder had always taken care of Chris’s feelings—even when they once quarreled about divorce.

Donald narrowed his eyes and, as if deliberately trying to disgust Peter, leaned closer to his face. "Although Vicky is now pregnant, her figure... tsk tsk, is still remarkable. I kindly brought her here, thinking that just in case you can't get along with your contract wife, at least on this wedding night, you wouldn't be too lonely." "Shameless!" Amber's voice quivered with anger. "So, it was him who brought that woman here! I thought... I thought Peter was secretly meeting with his ex-girlfriend." Amber gritted her teeth, a look of wanting to tear the other person apart on her face.