Ryan Bergara Wife Novels & Stories

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform? Naomi's face went cold as she stepped up. I pulled her back. Talia smirked. "What? Hit a nerve?" I gave a small smile and shook my head. "Talia, I shouldn't have kept you tied to me. We're done. You walk away with nothing, pay back what you owe, and get out of my hotel." She lost it. "No way! Half of everything is mine—you're not taking it all!" I let out a short laugh. "If I want, you don't get a dime. But tell me—those two kids... whose are they?"

She hates me the last time we see each other so I don't know how to act in front of her. "Excuse us for a while, mom, dad. My wife needs to change." Mr. Ryder tapped Rogue's shoulder and looked at me. He smiled before he looked at his son and held his wife's hand. "Go on, son. And I'm sorry for what happened. Your mom heard about your wife getting discharged. She couldn't wait for another day." Mr. Ryder looked at me again. "Hello, Brianna. It's nice to see you in my son's arms."

KelseaBalle-Balle. I haven't had time to type all the names. They appear. My God, my heart is beating fast. I burst into tears. My wife and child that I've been looking for. Photo, Kelsea on the swing, with Rara behind her smiling. I hugged the cellphone, kissing it like crazy. Just looking at the photos, I was like a crazy person. Moreover, to meet again, I can't wait to meet them. God ... I'm speechless. I miss them so much. My short wife, the more beautiful and mature Rara, looks so mature. God, I want to hug her. Want to smell her hair. Sure, she still uses strawberry shampoo.

she explained. "What are you talking about? Of course, she is Janiyah. She is my wife, she is one and only Janiyah and you cannot think that Janiyah is not with me now because if she is not and you think of Angela, we both knew that Angela is dead," explained Javier. Hillary was silent, she felt something was wrong with the aura of the woman they were with now. "Where is my wife?" Javier asked and then stood up, just as he saw Angela holding a lot of paper bags.

Her eyes welled with tears as the horrors of the last twelve months passed through her eyes. The frown between his eyebrows cleared away and he blinked. “She planned what?” He wanted to be hundred percent sure that he was understanding the right thing. Because the woman she was talking about was about to give birth to his child. Also, she was a good friend. He didn't want to kill someone who once helped him heal from a deathlike wound of losing his beloved wife. Who was very much alive! Her nose scrunched in anger and disgust as she poked his chest with her sharp forefinger as she slapped him with the cold and bitter truth. “Your beloved wife, Klaus Barbieri, was involved with Mexicans!”

asked Devandra once she and Bayu were in the living room. Smiling, Bayu nodded "I even met his new wife too. He's remarried now," Bayu's answer managed to make Devandra immediately surprised. Seeing Devandra's surprise made Bayu smile even more sardonically. The man had guessed that his girlfriend would definitely be surprised to hear the news from him. As is known, Devandra is Raga's ex-wife. She was divorced by Raga because she was caught having an affair with Bayu. After the divorce, the woman came to live with Bayu in Bali and currently they are in Jakarta because Bayu has to attend the inauguration of his business partner's hotel.

As soon as they walked out of the banquet hall, they ran into one of Darren’s business partners. Darren stopped and introduced them. “Hello, Mr. Crago. I hope you are having a great evening. This is my wife, Areiza. Areiza, this is Mr. Crago.” After greeting Mr. Crago, Areiza stood quietly beside Darren, held his arm, and listened to their conversation. “Wow. I didn’t know you were married. Why didn’t you tell me about your beautiful wife before?” Mr. Crago asked, playfully punching Darren in the chest.