President's Secret Wife Novels & Stories

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

A few minutes later, she added Adriana on I*******m and sent a message: (There’s a secret you can’t tell anyone or I’m dead! It’s… the president is actually divorced. His wife betrayed him and ran off with another man. She seems to have come back recently, so the president’s mood probably isn’t very good.) Adriana stared at her phone in disbelief. She was caught up in the gossip—and it was a bitter twist of fate. In the eyes of the few who knew the truth, what kind of person did she appear to be?

Since then, she has been causing one trouble or the other — either she is seen fighting a lady at the hotel, mall, or even gatherings. It is more like she is doing it with her husband's permission because each time he lets her get away. He knows for a fact that the wife would go crazy if he is seen with anyone but still goes ahead. How she manages to know the hotels feels suspicious. One way or another, the man is giving her clues after having pleasure, to make them stay away and not think of threatening or blackmailing him with anything. The man in question has no single good reputation but still manages to maintain his position as the president's secretary. Or maybe it is because one of hi

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.

She smiled at Michaela and asked, “Madam, do you want me to notify the president?” Michaela shook her head and replied, “Please don't disturb him.” The secretary went to the pantry to prepare tea and fruit for her boss’s wife. An hour later, the meeting adjourned. Then President Saxon headed to his office with his Executive Secretary, Guy, trailing behind. When President Saxon entered his office, he was stunned to see his beloved wife sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He scooped her in his arms and went to the lounge. He placed her on the bed. Then he covered her with a thin blanket.

“As VP, I need to see him.” “I’m sorry, Rip,” Adams says. “Not yet.” Suspicion flashes across Ripper’s face. “What are you hiding?” “I’m hiding nothing,” Adams replies evenly. “I’m following procedure.” “What procedure?” Ripper’s voice sharpens. Adams pauses. Then continue,“His old lady sees him first.” The room goes dead silent. “What?” I step forward. “What old lady? The president isn’t married.” Adams exhales slowly.“He got married yesterday,”

He pulled her cheeks and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. The secretary who had died and risen so many times couldn't help dying again. The president was already married and no one knew about it...? She knew he was dating Mirabel some time ago, yet, he ended up with someone else. She was curious about her new madam. Who could she be...? Is she an heiress from one of the ancient prestigious families in New York...? Or is she a foreigner...? Different questions popped up in her head, unfortunately, she wouldn't dare to ask any.

“Furthermore, most of the things you proposed to them have all been getting approved and really fast. Did you think it was all a coincidence?” The man stared back at her stoically before he dropped his cutleries and responded. “I’ve met the President a few times and he never said something about treating his wife well. But even if he did, I wouldn’t treat her well just because she’s his wife.” He shifted his attention from Anna to Cassie Rivers who was now staring at him nervously and pointedly asked,“Furthermore, Ms. Cassie Rivers, is the President really your husband?” Getting such a straightforward question from him made her heart skip a beat. From what she heard from others, he was quite