Novel & Cerita Philza Wife

"You're right! But I don't think Mr. Philips is that sad as he quickly found a replacement, and she is also pregnant with their baby." Elisa grimaced. Even a sane person like Felix thought so; how could a husband who said his wife had an accident with a car that went into a ravine a week ago now tell the news of marriage with another woman? "Yes. No matter what you say, Felix, a dead woman can't come back. A man like Samuel Philips can't live alone either," Elisa said with a slight smile. She welcomed Felix's outstretched hand towards her, and he took her hand and draped it over Felix's muscular arm, which was covered by a tight formal suit.

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."

“Who was that man you were with last week? At that hotel downtown?” The other women’s attention sharpened immediately. “I wasn’t at any hotel last week,” I said calmly. “Really? Because I could swear I saw you. Actually—” Maribel pulled out her phone, thumbed through photos. “I took a picture because I thought it was so cute. You two looked so cozy together.” She showed her screen to Patricia, who gasped. “Seraphine, is that—” “Let me see,” I said, keeping my voice level.

I adjusted the diamond earrings and necklace that Rhysander had gifted me for our second anniversary as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It's been three years since I got married to Rhysander under the guise of a contract marriage. I had kept my promise; I never crossed into the room I was put in. I never embarrassed the Bert name, and I played the role of the devoted Mrs. Bert to perfection. But the world I had tried to save had crumbled anyway. One year ago, despite the capital Rhysander poured into Vance Shipping as regards to the promise he made to me, my father had gambled the entire recovery on a venture behind my back.

"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."

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.

That's where he met Lejandro," and they planned to go back there after their wedding. But because of his father's sudden incident in Singapore, their honeymoon at Hotel Filipina didn't happen. So their honeymoon with Elijah happened suddenly at the mansion. "Okay honey let's rest, do you want to go home honey? Furtiza asked Lejandro, still thinking about the place called Hotel Filipina and where it was. As Lejandro and Furtiza were heading back to the mansion, Elijah was busy ironing Doña's clothes and whatever else she wanted him to iron, poor Elijah. "Auhmmmm... "Hurry up! I have more things for you to do!" Doña commanded. "You have a maids, why do you always make me do these things, I am

"What are you saying?" The hallway fell silent as my words dripped with authority. "How dare you humiliate my wife? Zelda is Mrs. James Ferguson, the first daughter-in-law of the Ferguson family. And now you expect me to stand here and allow you to insult her—allow you to slap me in the face?"

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Zinnia and Aveline Chun walked in as if they owned the room, claiming seats in the front row opposite us. Twila shot to her feet, fists clenched, and marched toward Zinnia. I followed. “How dare you show your face here?” Twila seethed. Zinnia smiled coldly and pulled a document from her purse. “I’m your son’s legal wife. I have every right to be here.” Her gaze shifted to me. “More than your son’s pathetic mistress.” My stomach dropped. She held out a marriage certificate. It couldn’t be real. Theron would never agree to this unless...