Novel & Cerita The Accidental Wife

Damn her! "Then," She continued her words from where she stopped, "Edwin faked an accident that killed his family, but in the actual sense, there was no accident. He ruined the family because he had a taste for power, and he needed their wolves. I don't know how the daughter and wife managed to escape." Wait, did she just say the wife escaped? How's that possible? Who is the wife? Where is my mother? She let out her laughter again and raised her head proudly, "Yes, the wife is alive."

She said and banged her hand on the table. "Easy, woman." "Whatever," she replied. "Anyway, I'm fine with the rules. I won't be interfering in your life and I'd like it if you also do the same, but I would be affecting your work in a way since you're going to be my secretary." That was news to Autumn and it came as a shock to her because she wasn't employed as a secretary. "And why is that?" She questioned. "Any reason it may be, I don't think it's fine to be working as your secretary when I'm your wife."

Her heart heavy with conflicting emotions, she made sure to be quiet as she left the room, leaving behind the echoes of their passionate union. Meanwhile, Sebastian woke up, reaching out for the soothing touch of the woman who had ignited him. He met cold sheets, a stark reminder of their fleeting connection. Little did both of them know, fate had weaved their destinies together, setting the stage for a chaotic journey of emotions, unexpected revelations and love.

I could imagine his expression perfectly. “Fine. You want the truth?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Well… before I ever met you, I was looking for a wife,” I admitted. “Not a husband. A wife. That was the plan. But then you came along and everything turned upside down. The moment I saw your picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you barged into my office instead of your sister, something inside me just… shifted. I call you Wife because you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. It’s not about making you sound feminine. It’s about the role you’ve taken in my life. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

Rachel asked after they were on the second floor, she looked around the room everything looked so neat it made her feel a little intimidated. "That one," answered Nicholas pointed his finger to one of the white doors next to her. Rachel quickly entered the room and closed the door behind her tightly. "Meet me in two hours! We're flying to Nashville today!" shouted him from the doorway. Rachel threw herself on the bed and covered her head with a pillow, she couldn't imagine how her parents would react upon hearing the shocking news of her accidental marriage. She looked around the room, everything was white. "Well everything has happened, I will go through everything well, two years is not lo

Then he spoke a little calmed down. "What's the real story, then?" He faced the sea, stared at it for a few seconds before returning it to me. "The owner is married. The man gave this resort to his wife as a wedding gift. But on the first night of their wedding, the wife accidentally drowned herself in the sea ..." My eyes rolled. "How did it happen? Wasn't he with his wife? He should have helped her!" He shrugged. "Maybe he was inside the house, doing some things while his wife was swimming. Maybe he didn't expect that to happen."

"Instead of saying sorry, why don't you tell me what I can do to make it right?" His words left me stunned. His eyes widened, and he quickly stood up. In an instant, he was on his knees in front of me, causing my heart to melt. "P-please, Anastacia, don't do this. What's wrong? Is it because of what Dad and Mom said? Is that why? Please, tell me... talk to me..." He pleaded earnestly. It's because of your brother, Ares. I accidentally married your brother... I didn't know what to say as I gazed upon him, on his knees, begging for my words. I felt like I was being crushed, especially every time I remembered the infidelity I had committed, even if it was entirely unintentional.

Security at the gates looked overwhelmed by the sudden media presence that had followed me here. I checked my reflection in the dark window one last time. The bruises looked even better under the fading evening light. My eyes were clear. My mouth was steady. I looked exactly like what I needed to be: the wounded wife who had been slapped, publicly discarded, and forced to watch her husband claim a child that wasn’t his, arriving to face the man who had done it. Julian thought he could announce his real wife tonight. He was about to learn that the only wife the city recognized was the one still wearing his handprints on her face.

I asked, getting annoyed. "The accident, sir. Your ex-wife was involved in an accident and your kids have been kidnapped." I froze. My world crumbled right there and then. "W... What did you just say?" I was shaking. "They're saying that your kids are missing." I dialed the number and put the phone to my ear. "Sir Lorenzo? Is this you?" The person asked. "Yes, what the fuck is going on?" I yelled. "Sir, please calm down. Your ex-wife was in an accident this afternoon. Her condition is very critical. But we haven't located your kids. We are searching the area for them. Please, stay calm."

“This is St. Cecilia Hospital. We have an emergency involving Ellen Charlton—your wife.” I froze. “What are you talking about? What happened to my wife?!” I yelled, already getting up from the bed. “She was in an accident. She was rushed to our hospital.” I stood there in shock. I couldn’t make sense of it. She was supposed to be on a date, clearly having fun—which, honestly, had already annoyed me—and now… an accident? “I’ll be right there.” I ended the call and bolted out of the room. I ran into Sarah just as I grabbed my car keys.