Novel & Cerita Polo G Wife

In a four-wheeled vehicle owned by Massimo Francesco Alonso A husband and wife were seen in a car. The situation there was quiet because none of them had started a conversation yet. The brown-haired man occasionally glanced at his life partner, even though the hazel-eyed woman did not notice what Massimo was doing because she was observing the scenery outside the car window. "Wifey."

Getting out of the car he made his way to the centre of the commotion. There stood 2 police cars and one red Ferrari. The windshield of the Ferrari was broken and a window had a big crack on it. His gaze next went to an old lady standing at the side getting her arm and knees bandaged. Her gaze was fixed on someone and he followed it. But what he saw next made him push through the gathered crowd and move forward. In the centre stood his not so beautiful wife. Her bun all loose on her head, eyes furious and her small hands pushing back a man double her size.

"Then why are you two lovingly looking at each other and smiling in these press pictures?" "It is called press pictures for a reason, Prez. She's my business partner. As much as she keeps dragging my name in issues now and then for the sake of publicity, they are our major partners for this next mall project." "Your parents want you to marry her." It wasn't a question. Preston laid out a fact. "She's not the nicest, but Liam likes her. So, I don't have a problem if you decide to get involved with her." "I am still married," he answered. Nikolai's eyes were on his ring finger, where he wears his wedding ring. It's too late to wear it. He didn't even wear it often when they were married.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Chapter 85 RIVERA "We have a betting pool going," Mikael added. "Klaus thinks you'll propose within six months. I'm betting a year. Elijah thinks you're too emotionally constipated to ever actually commit, and Roy is withholding judgment until he completes his research on your relationship patterns." "My relationship patterns?" I took a long drink of whiskey. "You have a type," Roy said seriously. "Intelligent, independent women with healing abilities who don't take your shit. Your wife fit the profile, and from what I've observed about Dr. Morrison, she does too."

Not a business partner. His wife.

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

Jacob asked, coming over to sit beside her. "Whose painting is this?" she asked, pointing to the portrait. Jacob looked at her, his expression softening. "It's my late wife's," he said quietly. Katara felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She had known that Jacob had been married before, but she had never heard him talk about it. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Jacob shrugged. "It's okay. She was a wonderful woman, and I loved her very much. But that was a long time ago."

Olivia asked. Mary arched a questioning eyebrow. "You make him seem like some scary guy", Olivia shrugs. "We are not allowed to say, but the master is not the type to be messed with" Olivia nodded as though mocking that detail. "He must be some monster from the west" "Master is no monster", Mary replied vehemently. She couldn't understand why the master's wife would speak so ill of him. "Why does he have that mask over his race then, uh? And his harshness? Give me a break!" Olivia muttered.

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.