Secrets Of The Neglected Wife Novel 소설 & 이야기

I can't force Keeion to remember me. I just forgot about it. I will really get angry with him once he remembers me again. I’m going to run away because he doesn’t remember me! Even if I say I’m his wife, he still doesn’t believe it. It was as if I was forcing myself on him even though I felt he was not comfortable with me. I was secretly hurt but I kept it to myself. I don't want to step on him. He didn't even hit me when I lost my memory.

“You left me yesterday in my own blood. You didn’t even care that I was dying. So tell me—what’s the benefit of staying in this marriage?” “You’re taking things too seriously. Don’t twist what happened—” “Really? I’m twisting things?” My voice rose. “Wow. Julian, we lost a child. My child. Our child. And you don’t even look bothered.” “Keep your voice down.” His eyes darted toward the door. “Why? You don’t want them to know about your secret wife, huh?” “Aria.” His voice was a warning now. “We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Sienna was surprised how the receptionist could change her face so quickly. Her heart was inexplicably a little unpleasant—why was she so unhappy that someone was coveting Grayson! Immediately she explained to herself that she was now his nominal wife. Although the marriage was a fake, the marriage certificate was authentic. If others like that coveted her husband, it was she, the official wife, to be embarrassed! Sienna made a telling-secret look, covering her mouth and whispering, "But he is gay and dislikes women."

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

"AND THERE’S BEEN RECENT DEVELOPMENT ABOUT ALPHA NATHANIEL AND HIS EX-WIFE, CLARA." My heart skipped a beat. What recent development? Could it be the quality inspection I just completed? But I'd only left his company about an hour ago. So, what could this be about? "RECENT FINDINGS AND SOURCES HAVE REPORTED THAT THERE WAS A LOT OF SECRETS IN THEIR MARRIAGE. FOR INSTANCE, ALPHA NATHANIEL ENDURED TWO YEARS OF MARRIAGE WITH HIS EX-WIFE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SHE WAS BARREN AND HAD NO WOMB."

“I am sorry, Wifey. When you fainted at the hospital, I tried to imagine how you are related to the Devano but now I know. I am sorry you have to find out about your mother that way.” “I am sorry too, Mike. I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you about my mother especially since we were getting closer, but I have no idea how to say it when you were going through grief also.” “It’s okay. I didn’t tell you about my female best friend too. I guess we both have our secrets, especially with the way our marriage started. But, we can start again. No more secrets.” She didn’t mind that. If Vold was her husband, the marriage no longer seemed like a trap – it had stopped feeling like that f

he shouts I narrow my eyes at him "Then tell me what is going on Niklaus" "Someone stole a sperm sample that happens to be mine. So, there's a possibility it could be have been used" he tells me "Oh. So, I'm not a mistress?" I ask He lets out a harsh breath. “Jesus Zelina.” Looks me dead in the eyes. "You are my wife. My one and only. There was ever a woman before you and there will never be another woman. Okay?" he tells me "Oh... I might have threatened Bruce and the receptionist." I look at him sheepishly

I wheeled myself back out of that study with an old picture book tucked in my lap as cover, my pulse still racing, and for the first time since that bedroom door shattered something in me, I felt a different kind of fear settle into my chest, colder and far more dangerous than heartbreak. This was no longer only about a husband who had betrayed his marriage. Somewhere behind that locked drawer was a secret with my name on it, and I intended to find out exactly what it said before anyone in this house realized I was looking. I thought of Leonard, of the company he had built with his own two hands and always promised would one day be mine, and something fierce and unfamiliar stirred underneath