Novel & Cerita The Cherished Wife Novel

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."

He never said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to noah not after in the years that had passed or when we slept together . He held himself back through the entire duration of our marriage . We were married but he refused to let go of his ex The love of his life.The woman he has refused to let go for ten long years. Tears fill my eyes but I quickly rub it away.I was tired of crying Tired of chasing after a man that didn't want me. Has anyone ever told you it's rude listen to other people's conversations?

She has cummed more than three times, but she still wants more, and that is why I like playing with her like this, she is the only girl that marches my sex drive. Her whole is so tight and sweet as if she can't even let anyone else enter her except me, and that is true. Ever since I first saw her, that was when my wife was pregnant with Finest. I was still a teen, about to take over my father's legacy. My wife didn't trust anyone else and applied for her sister to come over and take care of her till she gave birth. I don't blame her, though, for not trusting anyone, not even the servants. I even acknowledged her decision because the kind of heartless training we undergo made almost everyone

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the restroom for an entire hour until Mark and his companion finally emerged. The woman looked utterly drained, practically being carried by Mark, or she would have crumpled to the floor. I noticed her body shaking slightly. I frowned. Damn, no wonder those women go for him; he had the physique for it. On the weekend, I went out for dinner with some friends. As we were sipping drinks, one of my friends asked, "Jason, isn't that your wife over there?" I turned around and spotted Donna, arm-in-arm with another woman while shopping.

I could not think of anyone else who would come without warning. “I am busy,” I said. “She is very insistent, sir. She will not leave.” I let out a long breath through my nose. “Fine. Send her in.” I went back to the report while I waited. A minute later, the door opened. The footsteps that came across the floor were slow and sure, like the person had all the time in the world. Something about them felt wrong. I looked up and every muscle in my face went tight.. Bethany?! She was my late wife ,Anna’s,stepsister…Years ago, I wanted to marry her, but she cheated on me behind my back. I ended up marrying Anna because of all the pressure, but I fell deeply in love with her.

” A surge of anger rose in Preston’s heart, and he roared, slamming his hand against the dashboard, “I told you, I never explicitly said she was a janitor. You and my sister, Ziva, ran with that gossip all on your own. What do you mean by calling her ‘my precious wife’? You know perfectly well that I married her strictly to secure my family's company shares. She is nothing but a nominal wife, and her medical credentials mean absolutely nothing to me.” A toxic wave of resentment washed over Vivica. Why on earth was every powerful, desirable man so easily captivated by that worthless peasant? Tears of humiliation finally spilled over, and she screamed, “Jason rejected my family's marriage alli

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea