Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Novels & Stories

“Did she bewitch you or something? Or have you finally lost your mind?” Lorenzo finally looks up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. The intensity in his stare makes the air in room thin in an instant. “She is my wife. That is all the explanation you are entitled to.” “She is a secret,” Francesca snaps. “Secrets are dangerous. If you are keeping her simply because you… want her,” she gestures at me with manicured fingers, as if I am an insect she is disgusted to be near to. “Then you are a slave to your impulses.”

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 the party was over, we came back home and Dave went straight to sleep before I could even say or do anything, that is very disappointing. As I continued to be neglected by my husband, it gave me more time to fantasize about the handsome stranger, the spell he got me under the other day seems not to have worn off, if anything it has grown stronger. I had to see him, I picked up my purse from the table, opened it and brought out the card, I picked up my phone and typed in the number, I paused for a moment to think about what I was about to do before pressing the dial button. He picked up the instant it rang and said "hello"

For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see. I had been wrong. The question forming in my chest now was not comfortable. If the Vale connections had been inside the Blackwood expansion three years ago, before the divorce, before any of this, then what exactly had I been looking at while I was married to her? What had been right in front of me? And how had I missed it? The whiskey glass was still in my hand. Still barely touched. I set it down on the nearest surface without looking. My mind was doing the thing it did when numbers didn't balance. When a deal had a detail out of place. Pulling threads. Running timelines. Reconstructing.

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..

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.

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

I didn’t move for a long time. The city hummed beyond the glass, a blurred constellation of lives going on as if mine hadn’t just split clean in two. Blind wife. Hidden weapon. Somewhere in this penthouse, my cousin paced with guilt eating her raw. Somewhere in a boardroom, my husband smoothed his tie and adjusted his lies. Here, in our marriage bed, I stared at nothing and planned. My phone vibrated against the nightstand. The familiar buzz cut through the fog. Mila had set a special pattern years ago—three short, one long, three short. Like a tiny distress signal.

“Who is she?” Nita’s lips trembled. She wanted to scream the truth – that she was his wife, the woman who shared his nights, his secrets, his vows. But she couldn’t. She had signed the contract that kept their marriage hidden until Nick deemed it convenient to reveal. Her silence was the price she had agreed to pay. “She’s nobody,” Nick said flatly. The words slashed through her, sharp as broken glass. Nobody. That’s what she was to him. Her vision blurred, but she forced her voice out. “Nick, please. What I have to say is important.”

‘I really can’t remember,’ said Lewis. *** The next morning as Rowena dictated numerous letters to Harriet, Lewis was closeted in his study with Mark, his scriptwriter for Dark Secret. ‘Okay,’ said Mark, lighting up one of his cigars. ‘So we've had the sex scene between the husband and the secretary. What happens next?’ ‘Next I think the wife and her brother will make passionate love.’ Mark shook his head. ‘No, it doesn’t ring true. If the wife and the brother had been watching the husband and the secretary then the wife would be jealous. She’d start trying to think of ways to get the husband into her bed, not roll around with her brother.’