Peter Warrick Wife Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Amber scoffed, suddenly pulling her hand away from Peter. "While I know that today's events were orchestrated by your brother, I can still sense that Vicky means something to you! Even though our marriage is a business arrangement, I expect you to honor the contract. As your wife, I cannot tolerate my husband keeping in contact with his ex-girlfriends. I hope you'll handle your past relationships properly. Until then, don't come into my room." Amber's words made sense, but I could also sense a bit of frustration in her tone. After expressing her feelings, she pouted and reverted to her usual spoiled childlike expression.

I greeted them. I see recognition in their eyes. “Good afternoon Mrs. Ottave!” They greeted me. “I'm visiting my husband. Is he in his office?” I ask them. “We'll just call her secretary Ma'am.” They said. While they are calling my husband’s office I took quick glance at the building’s lobby. Like our building, they have the minimalist look, simple but elegant. “Ma'am Mara as per your husband's secretary, Sir Maru is in his office.” “Okay. Thanks. ...” I look at her nameplate “Abbie”

"Let me introduce you to my ex-husband, Uriah Parker. This is my boyfriend, Luther Zimmerman." Irina was open and natural about it, and Luther did not hold back either as he extended his hand toward Uriah. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Parker. I've heard a lot about you." Uriah bit his pale lip, forced a smile, and reached out his hand as well. "Nice to meet you."

"I happen to know some dancing, and that counts as a conversation starter, I guess?" Isaac's eyes twinkled as he watched her. Indeed, Irene was quite versatile, having learned the piano, painting, dance, and medicine. "Wait, I think my friend might know here," Irene suddenly said as a person came to mind. She took out her phone and took a photo of the woman, while pulling Isaac along. "Do you remember Mark Wickers? From Dorime Pharmaceuticals?" Isaac followed as he replied, "I do. We're still partners." Irene appeared a little excited just then. "His wife has a dance academy, and most students there are involved in competitions. They might be acquainted!"