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Edward glanced at his watch and added, "But my wife is busy with work, so she may arrive a little later." "Forget it, Edward, such an excuse can't fool me." Nigel seemed to have debunked Edward, and chuckled: "Do you still want to say that your wife is working overtime and can't come over today?" Originally, Nigel didn't believe that Edward had a wife, but seeing him coming alone at this moment, she was even more sure of her conjecture. "You don't hesitate to tell such outrageous lies in order to reject me, am I really so unbearable that you don't even have the interest to find out?"

“An unhappy wife will become an unfaithful wife.” Unfaithful. That was laughable at this point now. Hell, I thought I was marrying a moldable, inexperienced wife, but now I had clearly an experienced woman in my home. A woman I didn’t even know anything about but would find out everything about before the sun rose on another day.

Eden did not give her much acknowledgment because he knew now that she was not his true Luna there for he did not need to treat her as such. without a word, he handed her the letter. which by now his wife had unlocked and was open for all to read. " Dear Beta Eden, I trust you are well. you may not remember our meeting so I will formally introduce myself again. I am Queen Audrey of the witches. I am the mate of your Alpha Benjamin. It may be hard to believe but certain events if you look back will prove that there is some truth to my words. I know my mate's disappearance has brought about a lot of confusion among your pack and might cause some rebellion among your members and if word of his

(Your wife is really good). I just glared at him. Yes she is really good until the Italian ghost comes out of her. I don't think Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat would ever need an enemy to be killed. His wife and her Hindi is enough for it. I would not deny her effort to speak that foreign language but she sounds really cute when she speaks broken Hindi. But the moment she speaks English, her voice becomes sexier. Indeed my wife is too sexy to be left alone. Being a 7 years younger girl she still has every fucking strings to pull me madly towards her. I took her out on the beach at night. I wasn't sure about the morning. Last time when I saw her beach photos I was more than shocked. I would never al

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

“She cooks for us, takes care of France, and even picks out my clothes. When she shops, she always includes something for me and France. She’s independent, responsible, and strong-willed. I don’t know where you got the idea she’s a pushover, but everything she does—she does it as my wife.” Fabian chuckled and turned to face Victor, who was now clearly irritated. “She used to be your wife, right? I’m honestly curious how you had the guts to cheat on someone like her.” Victor shot to his feet. “Are you seriously proud that you married someone who’s already been divorced? You really don’t mind leftovers?” Fabian didn’t flinch. “No. I just know how to recognize a woman’s worth. Sonia’s worth eve

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

She had stayed up nights picking names for him, bought out every toy store in town for his birthday gifts, and read childish fairy tales to him while I lay feverish. Then, Skye had returned to the country, and everything ended. He had used his heart condition to set traps for us again and again—playing helpless and pitiful to win Eira's sympathy, then tempting our son to hide a caterpillar in his bed so he could stage an attack and let Eira walk in on it. After that, nothing had been the same. Inside the ward, the woman nodded with relief and asked, "By the way, where is your mother? Why isn't she with you?"

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.