Philza Spouse Novels & Stories

Albert Chandler, an investor whom Jason and I worked with before. Philippa nodded and smiled gently. Jason was beaming at her, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration. They clearly looked like the happy couple to be wedded. At that moment, Philiippa touched her abdomen and said something to Jason. He immediately bent down to have a listen. Then, he chuckled happily. He swept her hair behind her ears, looking at her with so much affection. Everyone around them chuckled and raised their glasses in congratulations. Albert patted Jason on the shoulder, looking overjoyed.

“Care for a drink?” He nodded. “Yes.” Philip reached for a glass, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one go. Lala couldn’t stop watching him. On impulse, she blurted, “Where is your wife?” The words hit her all at once. “I’m sorry,” she rushed on. “I didn’t mean—” “It’s fine,” Philip cut in calmly. “I lost her years ago. I’ve been single since. Business has taken up most of my time.”

It went viral in an instant with hashtags like [LokemanGroupWithdrawsfromSnowGroup], [PowerMarriageFallsApart], and [GeorgiaCheating]. As a flood of comments and messages rolled in, I turned off my phone indifferently. This was just the beginning of the end for the Snow family. However, it was a fresh start for me. It was one worth celebrating. I glanced at my schedule, and there was an auction at Jute Palace. I had not planned on going, but a limited edition Patek Philippe watch in the catalogue caught my eye. It had an excellent design. I could buy it as a divorce gift for myself.

Jack looked at Kate seriously. Kate immediately shook her head. She immediately clarified Kate's misunderstanding. "No, Sir. Instead, I really want to cook for you. Because, you are my husband. In our marriage contract it is written that I must be a good wife to you. So, I'm willing to cook for you every day." "Then, why are you surprised? I thought you weren't prepared to cook my food every day." Jack raised one eyebrow. He looked at Kate suspiciously.

Philip placed a hand on his chest, "I actually don't care." The two of them laughed it off for a while before she turned to stare at me like she had only just seen me standing beside him. "Is this her?" She asked with a smile, perhaps admiration. But it was hard to guess such because there was nothing in me or about me that was worth her admiration. If she wanted to admire something, it was best that she looked into the mirror and saw something worth admiring there. Philip affirmed, "it is her," he placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to himself, "my wife, the woman of my dreams, the mother of my kids, the love of my life."

"But—" "No. End of discussion," his tone leaves no room for complaints. "I'll choose you, I'll always choose you. I'll forever choose you over everyone and everything, Zara. Don't make me think otherwise." Before I can argue, Philip bursts through the door looking pale from the loss of blood but he's all bandaged up. "I'm sure you two had fun exchanging your last few words," the winning grin is plastered on his face. "It's time to say goodbye to your beloved wife, Alejandro Genovese."

She smiled up at him, her large eyes twinkling behind her spectacles. Paddy was with his partner, who was a cancer survivor. The little Chinese, Huang Song, was looking around in some befuddlement. He was also an ethical hacker as Paddy had been and they had met on an online forum. Meeting in person, they had struck up a friendship and became lovers. Philippe Diaz, with his beautiful wife Ria Delano, was also dancing but the stiffness in his shoulders alerted Ria. “What’s wrong, Philippe?” she murmured softly. He made an attempt to lighten his mood but he was tense, like a coiled spring.

Phil smiled and concluded, “It is all right. I am joking.” Then, Freya took a second look at him before she asked him, “How do you know?” Phil did not want to continue with the discussion since his wife did not observe anything. “No. I was only joking,” he said and concentrated on his driving until his wife spoke. “That would be nice. I will be the happiest person if they come together as husband and wife.”

In the following days of work, Azura received a lot of criticism from colleagues, most of whom were female employees. Perhaps they were jealous of her because she was always by Conal's side and was treated so tenderly by him. In contrast to female colleagues, Azura is very popular with male colleagues. She knew some people wanted to get to know her just for having fun; only a few wanted to be friends with her. During that time, she got to know two good secretaries, Alfred Paul and Phelan Mark. They don't care about the gossip about Azura, helping her a lot in her work. Phelan is a quiet person, and Alfred is very lively; although Alfred and Phelan's personalities are opposite, it seems that

Jiddah hissed and removed her heels from her legs. "I don't know for them." Zara shrugged and left for her closet to change into something comfortable. She she knows why they are into them. She is the President's daughter and is marrying an equally famous man who is already married to another famous woman so their lives will be very interesting to them. •×•×• "Hello, baby!" She greeted enthusiastically into the phone when Mika'il Malik Masari picked up the phone later that day. "Hey, baby. How was today?" He tiredly asked through the phone as he settle on the sofa in his living room with no trace of his wife.