Secrets Of The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Yet the man beside her seemed to be unaffected by her charms. Did she just indirectly ask Roman to take her on a date? Athena felt her jaw clench as she again rolled her eyes for the 99th time. He was her husband and this shameless woman was asking him to take her on a date? Athena's mood went sour. But she sighed remembering it wasn't Natalie's fault. She didn't know he was married to her so it was that jerk-ass Morin's fault. He was two-timing in front of his legally wedded wife. How dare he?

“Oh! Really! I went to the province yesterday and unexpectedly, I saw your husband with a pregnant woman.” Naneth was shocked. Amer saw her husband with Lira. What Amer knew was that Naneth still knew what her husband was going to do. “Ha! I don’t know that sir.” she pretended she didn’t know. “Oh! If that so, he said that the woman was just his friend and had been his secretary before. But I doubt what he is saying. Why is he so concerned about the woman who is just his secretary? Ah! The woman’s name is Lira.”

A woman who believed that truth was not a weakness, even when it was inconvenient. A faint tension rippled through the front rows. Daniel Whitmore stiffened where he stood. Valerie’s fingers curled slightly against the podium. She taught me that success built on lies eventually collapses. No matter how beautiful the structure looks from the outside. The air thickened. Ethan’s breath slowed. She was doing it. Not fully. But enough. Valerie leaned forward just a fraction. There are stories buried in every family. Every legacy. Stories we are told to forget for the sake of comfort.

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

I planned mine. I marched to the small safe tucked behind one of the bookcases. Nathan always thought he was so clever hiding it in plain sight, but I knew every secret in this house. The passcode clicked in easily—our wedding anniversary. That smug bastard probably thought I’d forgotten. Inside was a leather-bound journal, some documents, and a flash drive I’d hidden months ago when things between us started to crack. I grabbed them all and placed them carefully into my handbag. Insurance. Evidence. Leverage. I wasn’t just his wife—I was his shadow, and Nathan had been sloppy for years.

In return, I got the illusion of a husband, one who never showed up, never called, and never played the role. For two long years, we remained bound by that contract, existing in separate worlds. He focused solely on his company, expanding his empire while I remained a silent, invisible wife. And me? I wasn’t just sitting idle. I built my own empire, in secret, growing into a woman who didn’t need anyone—not him, not anyone. Now, it was time to end it. “I’m not waiting anymore, Katrina. I’ve waited long enough.”

Therefore, Hilda would never go to his work and disturb him while the latter was working, even if he was just working in his office. However, she had to go this time, for Nathan was involved in a love scandal again! 'As Gorgeous as a Supermodel! Nathan Clemon's Secretly Wedded Wife Exposed?' 'Nathan Clemon's Wife Visits Him On His Business Trip!' 'Nathan Clemon Has an Intimate Chat With a Mysterious Rich Lady!' 'Nathan Clemon's Wife's Identity Revealed: The Genius Heiress of the Damien Group!'

When I arrived and stepped into the elevator, several employees were chatting excitedly. "Did you hear? Ms. Hart finally revealed the husband she's been secretly married to all these years." "I never would've guessed it was her longtime assistant. It's like something straight out of a novel." "Ms. Hart? You mean…" My voice trembled, and so did my entire body. "Ms. Quinn Hart, of course. How do you not even know that?" Just then, the elevator doors opened. Quinn stood outside, looking anxious. Before I could react, she grabbed my arm and hurried me toward a conference room.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"