Novel & Cerita The Cherished Wife Novel

Eric said nonchalantly. I felt like smashing his face with a spiked iron ball. I couldn't say anything more about my husband's behavior. All this time, he had been after my wealth. He married me not out of love but just to pretend and gain everything from me. Now he had successfully created chaos in my life, and I had been deceived by him all this time. It was truly a clever and difficult game to read beforehand. But still, I had to remain calm in facing him so that he wouldn't feel he had the upper hand over me.

Life-altering decisions and enemies that reached beyond the borders of New York. And then there was the matter of the organ in my chest, it wasn’t working right. Maybe it never had. Even though Maria was the only woman my heart had ever recognized, that was all it seemed to be capable of, recognizing her. Loving her fully, the way she deserved? That was another matter entirely. Still, that recognition; that connection, was strong enough to tell me something was off. My wife was different. Something was wrong with Maria. I tried to show her love in the ways I could. Gave her everything physical, money, luxury, gifts. I lavished her with attention anytime we were out in public because I knew h

"That's Chanel haute couture! It hasn't even dropped yet—I saw the sketches online!" "No way... that's gotta be the Loredan heiress!" Heads turned. Whispers flew. Even Jared looked. He couldn't not. The second Jared saw her face, he froze. Around him, the shock rippled. Joanne gasped, "Lucia?" Yep. It was her—the missing wife, back like a drop-the-mic moment. She didn't even notice them. Too busy on the phone. "I know, Mom. I just left the orphanage... Yeah, I've changed. I'm at the entrance now."

Like a madman, he began spewing their secrets: "Nothing? Ashley, have you forgotten what you told me? You said Nick was a useless burden, that only with me could you truly be happy! You promised me to get rid of him with half of your assets after the IPO of the company!" "Shut your mouth!" Ashley’s eyes blazed with a fire. She whirled around, screaming at him, "You're nothing but my pet! One word from me, and I can have you buried!" The bar erupted. The livestream comments and hushed whispers exploded into a roaring inferno of contempt, threatening to consume Ashley entirely. [So the side piece beats up the husband and father-in-law, and she defends HIM? My mind is blown!] [Let me summarize:

Elena sat at the kitchen table at 2 AM, a cup of coffee growing cold in front of her. The house was silent except for the clock ticking in the hallway, the one she'd bought Mark for their fifth anniversary, back when she still believed their marriage would last forever. The charity gala had ended three hours ago, but Elena couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Veronica's engagement ring glittering under the ballroom lights. She heard Mark's voice introducing his mistress like she belonged there while treating Elena like an embarrassing relative he couldn't get rid of.

That I'd had no other option. But those were lies. All of it was lies designed to protect me from the reality that I murdered my wife to save my mistress. I don't know who you were, Bianca. I lived with you for four years and I never bothered to learn your dreams, your fears, what made you laugh when you weren't just being polite. I reduced you to a function in my life, and when you stopped fulfilling that function, I considered you expendable. You deserved so much better. You deserved a husband who actually loved you, who saw you as a complete person rather than a role. You deserved to be chosen, to be prioritized, to be valued for who you were instead of what you could provide.

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

"Eleanor. As long as we're not divorced, you're still my wife. Legally." He looked, to her, like something starving. She watched him shrug out of his jacket, unbutton his shirt. "I don't want this. You can't do this to me!" She threw everything she had into it, but the words came out shaking, half-broken. "Of course I can." He didn't answer with anything else. He closed the distance instead. Beneath him, Eleanor went rigid, curled in on herself, trembling down to her toes, gripping the sheets like they were the only solid thing left.

There was no longer any coldness in his home, no more shouting or hatred, no more false attitudes. Charles and Camila rejoiced as they watched the family they had built. He also danced with his wife; she still seemed to him the most beautiful woman in the world. Because despite all his years, Charles was still in love. It wasn't a love filled with passion like Daniel's, or sweet like Harry's, or even crazy like Leonard's. It was a love strengthened by years of shared life. Because love changes, but it never loses its essence. Camila had always been a bit of a pedantic and scandalous woman, and yet she still blushed at her husband's compliments. Not once in their entire marriage had Charles