Novel & Cerita The English Wife Book

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Bella My husband had a lot of doors in the mansion. He kept all of them closed. I told myself it wasn't my business to knock. Then I started counting how many then he left the house at midnight. Alex was an outing animal. I always imagined having to marry a man that was grounded in his goals, little did I know I'll find myself trapped in a marriage with no emotions. His life was a cheat map, easy to predict but without knowing the outcome of each move.

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

“Miranda, have you lost your damn mind? Don’t you know I was having a meeting!” Miranda's anger flares, her nostrils visibly flaring as she retorts sharply, "Fuck your damn meeting, David! Look what you have done with this place! The fucking maid is getting a fucking room in the upper portion. Do you have any idea what that means?" David takes a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily to gather himself before responding to his wife. He speaks with a measured tone, attempting to reason with her, "So what, Miranda? She is going to be a member of this family soon. Can she not have a room in this mansion?"

she answered, then shrugged her shoulders. I burst out laughing because she was too advanced. I never thought that Cristiano would be my husband just because he got me pregnant. That's so impossible! If that happens, I'm sure I can call myself the billionaire's unwanted wife because I'm not the one he wants to be his wife. That's Francine, and no one can take her place in his heart.

“Did you see the news? She took her sister’s place and married Preston. What a vicious woman! Fortunate for her, Preston is not a crippled man.” “How could we miss such big news? I got so frustrated when I heard that not only is Preston not crippled, but he also married this hideous-looking freak.” Gemma, feeling protective, immediately stepped in to defend Luna. “Stop spouting nonsense! You're the repulsive and wicked ones here. Mrs. King is neither ugly nor evil!” However, instead of getting intimidated by Gemma’s words, it only made the women even more enraged. One of them harrumphed and sneered, “Such arrogance. She doesn’t even hold a candle to us. To the King family, she’s nothing more

--- Edward Fate had a peculiar way of playing its tricks, and in another one of them, I found Beatrice in a store, visibly happy and animated alongside her best friend, Janet. When I suggested to Abigail that it would be good to get out a bit to try to distract the mind, instead of constantly staying at home, brooding over Bailey's betrayal, I could never have imagined that it would lead us to my wife. After all, we are still married.

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”