Novel & Cerita Reluctant Wife

“In this room?” I let my eyes roam slowly, deliberately. “Why?” I said softly, leaning back against the headboard. “Can’t I come to see my wife?” Her glare sharpened, defiance sparking like flint. “No, you can’t. And don’t call me your wife.” I chuckled softly, shaking my head, letting my gaze linger. The robe moved slightly as she shifted, and my pulse jumped in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge. The temptation to step forward and pull her closer was almost unbearable, but I resisted — not because of restraint, but because the chase, the tension, was far more delicious than yielding.

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”

“Mum, please… can we not do this today? I just want to keep things calm for Zara and the babies.” Mrs. Amira’s voice softened slightly. “You’re just like me,” she said sadly. “Too loyal. Too afraid to face the truth about that man. But loyalty to evil only makes you part of it.” Regan closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. He couldn’t argue — not with her tone, not with her memories. He knew what she’d endured in that marriage, the nights she cried, the day she fled. But a part of him needed to believe his father had changed. He needed to believe the family could be whole again.

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."

“You don’t need to explain. You’re my wife, and he’s my brother. I trust you both, and I’m sure you would never do anything to betray me.” When she heard this, Olivia seemed even more panicked. She collapsed into my arms with a look of frustration. “Hugh, why have you been so cold to me lately?” I looked down at her hand resting on my chest and suddenly felt a wave of disgust. That hand had just been on my brother’s chest a moment ago. I fought back the urge to gag. My face was pale as I said, “You two are adults. I trust you both know what you’re doing and can handle the consequences.”

“Is it on account of Jan?” “Naturally it is because of Jan,” she retorted sharply, her voice strained by a blend of irritation and an irritating, unwelcome surge of excitement. “She is your wife. I refuse to be that sort of individual.” A gradual, relaxed smile unfolded across his features. It lacked the predatory expression she had anticipated. Instead, it conveyed something quite different: comprehension mixed with light amusement. “You believe I am attempting to be unfaithful to my wife?” “Is that not exactly what this is?”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

Because he was also startled, his voice sounded like he was shouting. Catherin took the pillow and then stared sharply at her husband. In her heart, she wanted to retaliate for what her husband did, but she restrained herself because she didn't want to be hated even more. The woman then lay on the floor without any padding, facing the wall. It was better than looking at her husband. To pass the time, she could only play with her phone. "What kind of marriage is this? Instead of being affectionate, I'm treated badly like this," Catherin muttered to herself.

She eyed her husband "After spending 30 good years together, you don't trust me??" He asked looking at his wife "Then who is she?" Mrs Walker retorted, eyeing her husband "I know what I did wasn't right but the situation called for that kind of solution. It would be too late to rectify all this after she's married so I've summoned up the courage to tell you" He started moving his eyeballs from his wife to his daughter "Stop going around in circles and hit the nail on the head." Mrs Walker was beginning to get impatient