Rick Quan Wife Novels & Stories

There was a time when Quinn finally agreed to a video call, and I saw a hickey on her neck. "It's just a mosquito bite," Quinn explained at once. "Have you ever seen anyone else around me during all these years?" I believed her. I even apologized and said I was being too suspicious. Now she had become someone else's wife. She was even carrying his child. The man took the prenatal report from my hand and thanked me with a smile. When he saw me standing there, frozen, he asked, "Are you here to see Quinn too?" I nodded. "Then let's go up together. My wife always takes forever in meetings."

"Enough, Anson! Yes, I was jealous of Kim. How does some hick from the sticks get to be your wife while I, with my prestigious degree and overseas education, have to stay by your side as nothing more than a housekeeper? "Who do you think I did everything I did for? It's because I like you—no, I love you! Anson, can you stop obsessing over some nobody? Didn't you say you wanted to live a quiet life with just you and me? Well, now you've got it. No one's ever going to come between us again! "Anson, just help me one last time. Help my family get through this crisis, and I'll do whatever you say from now—"

“See, Mum, you were accusing him of something that is my fault.” Her mum crossed her arms, eyeing Alex with suspicion. “You might have decided to respect her wishes, but you never intended to follow that process before. Am I wrong?” Alex's expression remained calm. “I really wanted to meet you, but I had to respect my wife’s wishes.” “Then why does the whole world not know she’s your wife? Is it because it’ll be easier to leave her when she no longer suits your needs?” Mrs. Smith pressed in a sharp tone.

I needed answers, and I felt like people like the police were feeding me only part of the full story and keeping bits to themselves. "Do you?" She grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "Because you look like you're about to tear someone apart." I yanked free, jaw clenched. "He was fucking my wife, Quinn. While she lied to everyone. While she made Grace carry our child. All the while, she could get pregnant herself, which she did, and killed it. I need to know why. This is your friend and soon to be my wife." Quinn's expression didn't change. "And beating the shit out of him won't change any of that."

Reaching forward, I gently pry her away from Leonidas’s wife’s vice-like grip, and I can’t help but scowl at the Greek queen as she has suddenly become protective of my wife. “You hurt her, Quenten Yilmaz, and you will have no choice but to face my wrath. Your poor wife has been through enough as it is.” Regan sneers loud enough only for my ears to hear as she brushes past me and walks straight into her husband's open arms.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

“How long, Leon? You promised Mother you’d leave that world!” Leon’s eyes turned sharp, his tone low but firm. “Qiara, don’t interfere in my affairs.” “My affairs?!” Qiara’s eyes glistened with angry tears. “Seven years of marriage, and I still don’t even know who my husband really is!” Leon turned to walk away. “Don’t make a scene at your son’s party.” Qiara could only watch his back as he walked off. Her jaw tightened. “You think you can keep living like this, Leon? One day, I’ll make you realize… I’m not anyone’s shadow!” she muttered softly, her voice filled with fury.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

Am I so outdated? what I'm wondering is that Goddess didn't tell me the real last name or the correct information she have. based on what I know she's Quinlee Velez, did she just trick me? Why didn't she tell the truth? and is she really my brother's wife? Why am I not updated on what is happening? If Zik and Quinlee are married for real, does that mean I really have no hope? question in my mind. Tss. I shook my head.