Novel & Cerita Prodigal Wife

When it’s just us at the farm, I’ll show him that I’m much better than Cassidy, who seems to prioritize her company job. I feel bad for Fidez because they want to have a child, but my daughter has so many excuses. I witnessed their first fight when I had dinner with them because of her job and her refusal to have a baby. After talking to both of them, they spoke for a bit, and they were good. See? That's how much of a martyr I am! Wait... am I really a martyr if I want my daughter's husband? Whatever happens, happens! But I will show him how good it really is to have a wife. While I’m there just in case, I will let him see that having a wife isn't so bad after all.

Patricia responded, polite but curt, as if she were eager for Emily to disappear at any moment. “I take it you’re quite close to my husband,” Patricia probed, clearly determined to keep control of the conversation. “Since he was a boy,” James cut in. “His father and I went to Harvard together.” “Wow,” Emily said lightly. “That’s a really long history.” “James is his godfather,” Patricia added pointedly. “Yes,” James continued, chuckling. “I won the rights during a dare back in college. Called dibs on his first son.”

I nodded, completely dazed. “Why is she delivering this news?” another reporter asked. I turned to my wife, waiting for her response. Olivia looked at me, then turned confidently to the reporters. “My name is Olivia Abertton Clifford. I’m the daughter of a prostitute, fathered by Ernest Abertton. Yes, the bastard daughter he had outside his marriage when he cheated on Rose Abertton. He acknowledged me as his daughter at 10, after my mother’s death. That’s when I was registered. Before that, I wasn’t documented, didn’t attend school, wasn’t considered a citizen of Noriah North, because no one knew I existed except me and the little world I was part of. Five months ago, I became Gabe Clifford’

Placing the pitcher back on the table, she told him, “I’m not sure who Leila is, but the only person who visited was asked to go back.” “What? Why?” Madonna scoffed. “She was hovering over you.” “Because she’s my wife.” A cough wracked his body, and he sat up against his sister’s silent warning. “Wives worry about their husbands.” “How would I have known she’s your wife if she couldn’t provide any evidence showing that?” Madonna snapped. He waved the hand with his ring, and she rolled her eyes. “Anyone can buy a ring, Kev. Now stop trying to get up.”

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

" This caused outrage to spark online. A scandal involving a wealthy family, mixed with the heart-wrenching story of a mother separated from her child, ensured the whole incident went viral. Countless "insiders" came forward, claiming I had been living off my wife all along and spending her money. In an instant, both Crest Group and my own reputation took a massive hit. Some even dug deeper into my background, exposing me as the Crest family's illegitimate child.

"Baby,I can't take this anymore,why will you always treat me like a kid,am your husband for Christ sake we are both married,I married you into my house as my wife,for you to take care of me as a wife to her husband,even I don't have the opportunity to eat my wife's meal in this house anymore,it's either I cook or your maid cook,and you expect me to eat her meal when she is not my wife,all you know and committed is your business, don't I work as well,but I always try to create space for you,but you always turn down my advances and effort towards you",

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Listening to Liam's words and looking at her name on the document, Amelia was deeply moved. "You don't need to put it under my name, you know. It's a marital asset so we both—" "No, this is your pre-marital asset." Liam ruffled Amelia's hair affectionately. "You are my wife and I want you to have a wedding gift. Thanks to a lawyer, the villa—your gift—is considered your pre-marital asset. I never plan to divorce you. But I figure I should do this to reassure you," Liam said solemnly, his eyes were filled with tenderness.

Dad queried all of a sudden who is sitting in the center of the table on his wheelchair since he had a stroke. “I finished in Bachelor of Science in Business Administration, major in Marketing,” my Wife replied respectfully, and she immediately got her glass of water as nervousness get to her. I can tell that she’s getting nervous, so, I grabbed her hand under the table to calm her down or give her comfort a little bit. “Where do you live?” my elder sister questioned next, and I gave her a look because how dare she to interrogate my wife? “She lived in the Philippines, where we met. Please stop asking questions. Do not pressure her,” I spoke out so, they could stop asking my wife, who is hav