Rick Quan Wife Novels & Stories

I said with a frown. Her shoulders stopped shaking, and a triumphant smile spread across her face. “He said I gave him a son, so this scar is a mark of honor. “Let me tell you a secret, Dr. Quayle. My hubby is tired of his first wife. He says she’s aging and no longer attractive. She’s almost forty.” Then, she covered her mouth dramatically. “Dr. Quayle, you’re almost forty, too! Does your husband still sleep with you?”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"I'm your father! Do I not have the right to know about your marriage? You're getting more and more unruly these days! Who the hell gave you permission to get married without telling anyone, huh?" Quintin's temper flared as well. He shot back angrily, "Do I need your permission to marry someone? I'm your son, not your slave! Am I not allowed to call the shots on my own marriage?" "Fine!" Damian sounded very pissed at the moment. "I don't care about your marriage! Tell me, who did you marry? What's her name?" "Her name is Josephine Vance," Quintin answered. "Josephine … Vance? Who the hell is she to Lewis Alvarez?"

Quentin came to a halt in front of the female doctor. Several young medical personnel were also present. All of them were taken aback by his imposing presence. Quentin said coldly, "Listen here, Xyla Cadwell is not my wife. My wife's name is Noelle Xanthos. I am not Xyla's husband; I am Noelle's husband! From now on, be careful of what you say!" The female doctor's eyes darted around nervously as she stammered a few incoherent words in response. It was obvious that she was intimidated by his imposing presence.

“I kinda assumed so from meeting her. Not that she was stuck-up or anything. She had a lot of designer items.” “Oh, I guess.” I turn down the main street that runs through Eastwood. “I don’t pay attention to that stuff. And she is, so you weren’t wrong. And yeah…I guess that’s the worst of it. Quinn’s fiancé is my brother Dean’s best friend. There was some drama there for a while, but everyone is over it.” “Ohhh, falling for her older brother’s best friend. That is good drama.” “And Dean’s wife is kind of a…a…” I trail off, not wanting to badmouth family.

She grinned, looking like she couldn't wait for a fight to break out. Quentin's mother, Gina Lambert, looked displeased at this. She said mockingly, "You'd better watch out, Quentin. Some people may not be able to have kids, but she sure could be a cheater." She sounded unbelievably insulting. The blood drained from Willow's face. She clenched her fists tightly without saying anything in response. She'd always known that Gina didn't like her. When she and Quentin married, Gina didn't like the fact that she was from a regular family.

Clarissa said, crying. "Shut up! You're useless!" "QUILACIO!" Miss Tanya shouted. She took big strides and walked towards the chairman of the Malaque Group of Companies. We all gasped as Miss Tanya slapped Quilacio Malaque. "How dare you!" The woman beside the chairman slapped Miss Tanya immediately. "MOM!" Clark yelled. So the woman who slapped Miss Tanya was Quilacio's legal wife. But we were even more surprised when Miss Tanya also slapped the woman who is Clark's mother.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

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?"