Sons Of Anarchy Opie's Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Your dear husband’s surname is Woods. It’s clear as day on his ID. Oh, I forgot. You probably don’t even have a marriage certificate. How could you possibly know his real name? “I just checked your ID too, Opal Smith. Did you really think he made you take the Roth surname out of love? He was just using you to keep my grandfather’s nose out of his business!” Opal shook her head in disbelief. She turned to look at Felix, who had turned pale with fright. Only then did she realize that every word I had said was true!

My eyes stayed fixed on the body in front of me. The face was swollen beyond recognition. Cuts covered what little skin had been left untouched. One arm was wrapped in thick bandages, and the hair was matted and stained with dried blood. The attendant looked at me. "Can you identify her, sir?" My jaw tightened. My eyes dropped to the bracelet still resting around her wrist, the same design as the necklace I had just seen sitting inside that evidence bag minutes ago. I nodded once. "That's my wife," I said. The attendant covered the body again without another word.

I shot him a look and immediately replied, "Yes. Send it to me now." My colleague gave me a pat on my shoulder. "Wise men think alike, Ernie. Now that I'm sharing this with you, you've got to look out for me more at work moving forward." I forced a weak smile at him, keeping the bitter truth within me. I couldn't possibly admit that my wife worked at this media company. After receiving the website URL, I pulled up the site in my browser, worried and anxious about finding videos of Bella.

Fix what I'd broken—even if I hadn't realized how deep the wound went. But five minutes later, when I stepped up to the bar, the sight in front of me nearly detonated the wolf inside my chest. Owen stood there, smiling casually—his arm around my wife. My wife. Who had been missing the entire night. And she wasn't wearing the suit. She was in a white mermaid gown that clung to her like a second skin, looking more beautiful than I’d ever seen her. What the hell— Even if it was Owen, in that moment, I wanted to tear his throat out. Severance… was that why she wanted it? Did the two of them already have a secret bond?

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

She was standing outside, and her beautiful clear eyes met Burgess's deep eyes. Burgess subconsciously straightened the tie with his hand, restoring his pride. "Miss. Oprah, what's the matter?" Oprah walked in elegantly and placed a document on Burgess's desk. When she bent down, her dress was quite revealing. Burgess's throat felt tight, and he looked away. But not long after, he turned to look at it again! Oprah was his wife. Why couldn't he watch it? He hadn't seen her for a few years, and she looked even more charming.

She springs up, pointing to the blonde still contemplating the liquor selection. “So, this is Christana, Haden's wife, obviously…” Her hand moves to indicate the black-haired woman, “That's Nana, Kane's wife, which I'm sure you knew.” She lowers her arm, noticing the glare from the woman she identifies in a stage whisper, “That one is Sophia... kind of a bitch, not gonna lie, but she's totally cool after she's had an edi... or two.” She is not at all what I expected... I dare say she seems... cool.

Once he stood straight again, she diverted her fiery eyes to me, her chest rising and falling erratically. “What is this, Ophelia?" Her eyes trailed from me to Ronan and then to me again. She fumed. “How dare you disgrace the Whitmore name like this? Of everybody, you’re cheating on my son with his brother.” “Cheating?” I let out a hollow laugh. “How long has this been going on behind our backs? Oh, my poor son.” A tear slid down her cheek. And then, like a professional actress, she turned to the public, her tears becoming even more performative. Cameras clicked more furiously and the flashes grew almost unbearable.

Beside him stood his wife, Shopia Joy, looking proud despite still appearing weak after her hospital stay. Olivia froze. Her heart pounded. She knew this wasn’t over. Without warning, Damien yanked Olivia’s arm violently, nearly sending her crashing to the ground. “You think you can just walk free after trying to kill my wife?!” Damien growled. “A woman like you belongs in prison, Olivia!” Hunter stepped forward at once, shielding his wife. “Let her go, Damien! This has gone too far!” But Damien raised a thick brown folder, waving it toward the nearby officers.