Teri Polo Wife 소설 & 이야기

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

My ears must have been playing games with me, because no way, no damn way, did my husband just refer to me, his wife, as an inconvenience. The woman, Serena, smiled as if she were enjoying the little scene. She crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, calm as ever, like this wasn’t awkward at all. She was pretty, annoyingly so, with sharp cheekbones and lips that looked like they’d never had to frown for anything in life. “Not at all,” she said smoothly. “I get it. Wives can be territorial. It’s cute, honestly.” Territorial? I nearly choked.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

I asked in a friendly tone. "You’re roaming in the pack house with the t-shirt where it is written, ‘I love my wife,’ with Felicity's photo, and then you got someone else’s pregnant, like seriously bro?" Teressa exclaimed. That was when my eyes landed on the T-shirt that I was wearing. It was a couple T-shirt that Felicity bought from a small vendor to help them with the money. My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t open my mouth to tell them that this was just a coincidence. I didn’t love my wife, did I?

I sat on the bench under the shade of the tree and waited as I let others be the first ones to take photos. Teri is looking gorgeous wearing a button-down shirt dress paired with a tube and light-colored denim shorts. Her partner is Railey, who is wearing a half-sleeve shirt that is paired with what Teri is wearing. Together with a denim shirt that is above his knee. Seki has the vibe of a sweet flower. She is wearing a long, thin dress with a slit in her right leg. The color matches the caramel itself perfectly, while her top is a lousy white shirt that can be called a crop top.

Kelsey’s shoulders stiffened immediately as she recognized the voice. “She wants to attend your party, Madam,” Grace answered, giving a small respectful bow. Doris raised her brows, then let out a cold laugh. “You dare think of showing your face at my party?” Doris asked as if it was ridiculous. Kelsey nodded slightly and muttered lowly, “I’m Ramon’s wife.” No matter how weak her confidence was, she knew Ramon was her husband. And at the same time, she was confused. Didn’t they keep the dress for her so she could join the party?

One of the women said with her fist clenched. So they were in Vernon's Harem. I was expecting what they would say. When I was with Terry, they also thought that I was unworthy of being his wife because I wasn't conventionally attractive. "You are a sight for sore eyes, but he didn't pick you, didn't he? So do you know why now?" Her comments didn't even mean anything to me. "Oh come on, if you are that good, your husband wouldn't have left you here. I heard he is with his fated mate now. And she's pregnant. There must be something wrong with you." One of the women dashed forward to the right in front of me.

he said, closing the door behind him with one foot, as his eyes were focused on me, his eyes searching, while his expression was closed off, neutral. "He looked worried about something, rushing without paying attention to where he was going. In a hurry." I scoffed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. No matter how many times I tell myself that I am not bothered by his behaviour, the ache in my heart tells me a different story. "That's my soon-to-be ex-husband, actually. Running off to check on his mistress after calling his attention-seeking wife manipulative." Rivera set the bag on the rolling table and turned to face me fully, his dark eyes sharp and assessing as he commanded. "Explain."