The Book The Paris Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You hate weddings but you always said if someone forced you into one, you'd get married in a beach." "Nothing beats Paris." "I thought Paris is pathetic." "I changed my mind." "Are you okay?" I blurt out. "Am I okay?" A bark of laughter escapes her throat. "Yes, are you okay?" "You think I'm not okay?" "Yes." I say sharply. "Rushing into marriage with a stranger. Changing your mind to please a man you've known for a month. Choosing 'Pathetic Paris' over beautiful beaches for your wedding. Drinking a whole bottle of wine in the afternoon."

Walking out I ask Tom, “Tom, I’m not good about what to wear to a business dinner. Will this be alright?” Tom smiles, “You look wonderful. My son is a very lucky man.” I thank him and we head to the restaurant. Max is talking with a group of people. A smile appears on Max’s face when he sees me. “Everyone, let me introduce you to my beautiful wife, Elanor Grace,” Max says as he takes my hand. “Well, look at you, Max, landing another model,” an older man says while smacking Max on the shoulder. Max smiles, “Michael, Ellie is an accountant. She recently graduated from university.”

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

I'll deal with you later. She stepped closer and leaned toward my ear. "Listen, honey. Jacques and I are the hottest couple on the internet right now. It's important to maintain that image. I can't let everyone know I have a fiancé. Not now," she whispered. "I'm doing this for the company. You understand, right? I promise I'll explain everything when we get home." I shook off her hand and held my ground. "Explain what? There's nothing to explain. You cheated on me, Sylvia LePenn. You and Jacques are having an affair!" I bellowed.

“He mentioned Paris a few times when I was younger. Always in passing. Said it was where he made his first real deal. Never gave names. Never talked about a woman. I thought it was just business. Now I wonder if he was hiding a whole other life there.” I nodded setting my cup down. “That fits. He was good at compartments. Me in one box. You in another. This secret family in Paris. The De Witts pulling strings from Europe. We need to find her address. Her name. Anything before Julian gets there.” He pulled out his phone checking the secure messages from our team. “Our contact in Paris sent preliminary info. Her name is Elise. Thirty years old. Works at a small art gallery. Lives in a quiet ne

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.

Elara's POV Paris did not care who I was. That was the first thing I learned about it. Nobody on the Rue de Rivoli knew my name. The woman at the boulangerie downstairs didn't know I had once stood in a Vera Wang gown at the Met Gala. The elderly man who walked his dog past my window every morning at seven didn't know I had been Cassian Hale's wife, the one he had traded in without blinking. Here, I was simply the quiet American in apartment 4B who paid her rent on time and smiled politely and ordered her coffee with two sugars.

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "Whatever it takes. Whatever we have to offer, whatever we have to do—we'll figure it out." Whitmore cleared his throat, and they pulled apart slightly, though Lucien kept one arm firmly around Seraphine's waist, as if he couldn't bear not to be touching her. "That's what we need to figure out," the lawyer said, his tone gentle, understanding. "And according to Elizabeth Hartwell's journal—which I had the pleasure of reading at the New York Historical Society—she spent two years researching what her particular entity might value before making her offer." "Did it work?" Seraphine asked, hardly d