Polo G Wife Novels & Stories

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"Well, Zoey's married too, isn't she?" "I suppose her husband's nothing to look at. She's never introduced him to anyone in the company, after all. Maybe he's an ugly old geezer with a beer belly and a decent fortune." Once the woman was done with her makeup, she smiled and continued, "I saw Miss Jenner driving a black Alando once. I knew it wasn't her car at first glance."

Walking out I ask Tom, “Tom, I’m not good about what to wear to a business dinner. Will this be alright?” Tom smiles, “You look wonderful. My son is a very lucky man.” I thank him and we head to the restaurant. Max is talking with a group of people. A smile appears on Max’s face when he sees me. “Everyone, let me introduce you to my beautiful wife, Elanor Grace,” Max says as he takes my hand. “Well, look at you, Max, landing another model,” an older man says while smacking Max on the shoulder. Max smiles, “Michael, Ellie is an accountant. She recently graduated from university.”

Piero said. “Oh but he has taken care of me and provided me with a home and food and some money.” She frowned. “I had nothing and he has taken care of me since he married me.” Piero stared at her. “That is because you are his wife. His beautiful wife. I would do all that for you without even getting married to you, just saying,” Piero shrugged. Natalia looked up at him and their eyes caught. Suddenly, Piero’s phone started to ring and he sighed.

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

"Zac, your wife never goes golfing with us. Did you teach her that?" Zac touched his chin as his eyes sharpened. Judging by the posture at which she swung the club, he could tell that she was a master golfer! It had absolutely nothing to do with luck! It seemed that his wife still had some secrets that hadn't been discovered yet! Vinton walked back to Walt's side, his eyes full of pity. Although he had seen a lot of women, it was the first time that he had ever seen such a charming and naughty woman like Hazel. What a pity that she was married to someone else.

As they crossed the ballroom floor toward us, Oliver leaned slightly toward me and whispered rapidly under his breath. “That’s Henry Langston, on the left. We closed a property deal in Madrid last year. Wife’s name is Elise. Two daughters—one’s into horses, the other ballet.” He shifted his gaze. “Beside him, that’s Marcus Reid, construction mogul. That woman with the red curls is his wife, Penelope. He’s loud, she’s charming. No kids. Next to them…” The group was getting closer. “...That’s Gerald Woo. Tech investment, quiet type. His wife, Anika, is the opposite. Very curious. Be careful what you say around her.”