Secrets Of The Neglected Wife Novel の小説・ストーリー

No revelations Who was she? What kind of woman slept with another woman's husband and left behind a token like a signature? I paced through the right corner of my bed. Then stopped. Then sat. Then stood again. “Get a grip of yourself, Jane,” I muttered to myself. “Think.” But my thoughts were scattered—fragments of moments I didn’t want to relive. Nathan’s eyes. The way he hadn’t chased after me. The crack in his voice when he said, “I can’t tell you who she is.”

Even though they had been married on paper and living together for three years, she still cared for her husband, even if she didn’t show it. “Is it true?” the old woman asked seriously, looking at Desmond, who slowly nodded. “Let me see,” the old woman said as she took the bag. Frederick grew more anxious as his grandmother furrowed her brow while closely examining the gift he had brought. Hadrianna silently prayed that what Desmond said was true. She looked at her husband, who showed no signs of fear, which puzzled Hadrianna. ‘Does he really know something?’ she wondered to herself.

I held my breath and waited for him to settle again before continuing my mission. But then something fell out of his pocket that immediately caught my attention. I picked it up and I felt the room spin as I realized what it was. A black lace thong. One that definitely wasn't mine. And there was only one way my husband could've gotten another woman's underwear in his pocket. Ethan was cheating on me. And for the first time since he signed the divorce papers, I was sure I was doing the right thing.

“Or rather, his grandfather changed it for him.” Damian’s face hardened. “Enough.” But Elena heard the truth beneath the warning. This marriage had never only been a contract. It was punishment. Strategy. Family politics. A game played by people who could afford to destroy lives just to move pieces around a board. And she was one of the pieces. She turned and walked back inside. The warmth of the ballroom hit her like a slap. Champagne, flowers, perfume, bodies pressed together beneath chandeliers. People glanced over, then away too quickly. Rich people were excellent at pretending not to notice disasters.

It was because in her eyes, I was nothing but the son of her family's victim, a born sinner, a pathetic creature who deserved to be trampled underfoot. A metallic sweetness surged up my throat, and I bit down hard on my teeth to keep from coughing up blood. My eyes burned red, my blood boiling backward, every part of me screaming to tear her apart right then and there. Cassie saw my anguish and laughed even harder. "So? Arthur, is this secret worth trading for my life? Release me and restore everything to the Wynter Group, and I'll give you all the evidence from back then so you can clear your father's name. Otherwise, you'll live with this secret and suffer for the rest of your life! Your f

“She said many things. She accused me of marrying you only for money. She talked about how perfect your first wedding was and how my marriage to you is nothing. She said Anna was beautiful and elegant and did everything right, but she still ended up dead inside this family. Then she told me to leave before the same thing happens to me.” Jared’s face grew darker with every word I spoke. He pressed two fingers hard against his temple and stared down at the desk like he was trying to control himself. “Ignore her,” he said shortly. “She enjoys putting ideas in people’s heads. That is what she does.” “I am trying to ignore it,” I said. “But I still have one question that will not leave me alone.”

‎Apart from the boners and crazy words I get called, everything else was blissful. ‎Here I was in bed thinking about how the hell I was supposed to leave the house without my husband or his workers asking where I was going. And besides he said we had to talk so he could tell me my role and how this marriage was going to work. ‎I read ad watched too much mafia stories that I feel I won't have freedom to do pretty much anything. ‎I picked up my phone and called Claudia. ‎"I heard you girl are now a married woman" she laughed dropping the phone on the mirror for me to get a proper view of her face.

So how did they get it? The more I thought about it, the less sense it made. Unless somebody saw me. But who? And why would they send the picture here? Questions kept running through my mind one after another. “Other wives have cheated on their husbands multiple times, so I'm not going to crucify you if you did it. But at least you should have had the decency to hide it properly. Do you know how heartbreaking it must have been for Miles to find out that his wife might be sleeping with two men?” Cierra said, rubbing Miles's shoulder.