Romans & histoires Secrets Of The Neglected Wife Novel

Like she has been in a position where she also had to question life. I veered around to face her again, this time staring at her with more intensity than I have ever done before. I knew nothing about her apart from the fact that she was my secretary. That was about it. "Some people are lucky." I shrugged. "Others are not. Especially those that deserve luck the most." She offered again. "You are right." I nodded. "What is going on between you, Mr Theodore, and the other man, I smell a sort of love triangle. Is that what is keeping me on edge?"

The woman had already signaled one of the housekeepers to take her guest to the toilet. After Nichole left, then Megan spoke again. "How can she look so much like Patricia?" Megan asked very curiously. But most importantly, the woman turned frightened quickly. It was as if the two biggest secrets of his life had suddenly appeared right in front of him when he saw the figure of Nichole West just now. "I don't know. We should have asked Andrew this. Didn't he meet the woman before? How could he not tell us about this?" David Gray sighed. It's not just about Nichole West who looks like Patricia. However, there is another secret that has been hidden by the husband and wife.

“Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.” She laughed. Oh! She had been a fool. What had she been thinking when she picked a wretched grape farmer boy and dusted him, dressed him to become a CEO of a company she had sold almost half her soul to build? What had she expected? She looked into the mirror and winced. Who was this haggard old woman that stared back at her? How had she been reduced to this? How? “I have transferred all your assets and cars to Selena. It's right that she has them all since you made her lose the most precious thing in her life. The

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“Divorce papers were filed this morning. Anonymously. But the leak is already spreading. Photos from your wedding courthouse. Someone's selling the story—your secret marriage, the hidden wife, the artist who vanished.” Lila felt the world tilt. Victoria's eyes locked on hers. “And they're saying the wife... is you.” The porch light caught the paper in her hand, the bold heading unmistakable: Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. Ethan stared at it, face paling. Lila's whisper barely carried. “Who would do this?” Victoria's gaze hardened. “Someone who wants to destroy you both. And they're just getting started.”

All for a woman who would never see it. Everyone has wounds they don't want to tell others about, I thought as I shut off the water and reached for a towel. Mine were visible for the world to see—pregnant and divorced, betrayed by my husband and stepsister. But Nate's were buried deep, only revealed through yearly garden photos and an empty house in the 16th arrondissement. I was drying my hair when Scarlett returned, the distinctive sound of her heels clicking across the suite's marble entrance announcing her arrival.

Serena suddenly tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her abdomen made her gasp and collapse back onto the bed. She took the documents, her hands trembling uncontrollably. It was a thick stack. The divorce agreement demanded that she leave empty-handed, citing her “fraud through concealing an existing child.” And her company… Another document revealed that Lucas had sold all 35% of his shares yesterday, cashing out entirely. The news sent the stock plummeting forty percent, triggering an automatic trading halt at the morning open.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

So that was the duty of a Don's wife—to bleed, to sacrifice, and then watch her husband protect another woman. But I didn't argue. I kept my face blank and handed him the document. "Alexander, I need your signature on this." Alexander trusted me implicitly. I was his Consigliere; my decisions never missed. He didn't even glance at the content. He just took the pen and signed his name at the bottom. "What’s the rush?" he asked casually as he signed. "Just some financial restructuring for the Family," I lied smoothly, taking the papers back. After signing, Alexander leaned in to kiss me, likely trying to appease me.

The door handle turned. A voice brushed against my ear before I could even move. “Your husband wants you home.” Cold metal pressed against my neck. My blood turned to ice. And that stopped second, I realizedCharles had found us. “The world doesn’t need proof to hate a woman, it only needs a picture.” The title burned across every screen I passed. “Billionaire’s Wife Caught in Scandal: Secret Affair Exposed.” My name. My face. My life is all torn apart in a single shot.