The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

She said and shakes her head. "Whatever you say. One thing you need to know is, this company belongs to me. Not uncle Rio's. I'd be surprised if you didn't know. How long are you actually his wife?" I replied her while trying to buy the time waiting for uncle Rio's first wife and lawyer to arrive. "Don't you dare! All this time it's been my husband's fault for the company!" Then the woman starts banging on the table. In the meantime Silvi gave the code for the arrival of the first wife of uncle Rio and the company's lawyer. I blinked my eyes as a code to send them in.

When I looked up, Zara was wrapped around Holden's arm, a smug grin plastered across her face. "It's not too late to change your mind. Otherwise, I'll leave you with nothing." I laughed in her face. Then I told my staff to throw all their luggage out of the house. "Get out." I ripped our wedding photo in half and threw the pieces in Zara's face. My expression never changed. I looked at her like she was a stranger. Holden took a deep breath. A cruel smile tugged at his lips. "This is Poppy's ashes. Zara and I decided to scatter them in the ocean. What do you think?"

But first, Lennox had to deal with his doubt. He slammed the glass down, shattering it. Shards flew across the desk, one slicing his palm. Blood welled up, hot and red. He stared at it, the pain grounding him. This was real. The chaos was starting... Hours passed, or maybe minutes — he lost track. His phone buzzed. “Talk,” he demanded. “I got something, boss.” Marco said, his voice was low. “The woman — she worked at a club Zeus owns. It was positive, that girl, she's a Vincenzo. Saoirse Vincenzo.”

"Ladies and gentlemen," my voice rang out through the microphone, "I'm Lucas Baldwin. As you can see, I'm not this child's father." Gasps and murmurs erupted from the audience below. I caught a glimpse of Mom's and Dad's stunned expressions, Kendra's pale face, and Cody's panicked eyes. "Three years ago, I left home to work on a national defense research project," I continued. My tone was calm, though inside, I was anything but. "But when I came back, I discovered my wife had a child with my brother. That little girl is already two years old."

"I went to Nicki's, Veronica's husband, to talk to him about it last night, and he decided we should even the score." "Hmm…" "We were in the process of well trying to do that, and Veronica and Jon came in, and Aunt Lane, shit was crazy. Naked people wrestling and screaming and scratching and choking and Veronica at some point got a gun and shot Nicki dead, and accidentally the bullet went through Jon as well, and he bled to death and then…Veronica shot herself." "You're serious?" Aunt Lane gasped in a hushed voice on the other end of the phone as if someone had told her Martha Stewart made the brownies she was eating.

I laughed silently at the thought of that. “What’s funny?” She asked, her eyes wide open while I took a quick glance at her again. She’s definitely not the Sheba I used to play with when I was a kid. She was married now with kids so she definitely had that ‘mom’ body. I was looking at her, looking for reasons, even the tiniest detail of why her husband would do that to her. I eventually came to a conclusion that he was just an ass and my husband was an even bigger ass. No wonder the saying, the bad eggs spoil the good ones. Who would have ever thought that Vincent would be caught in bed with Rick? Crazy!

“Though she did not flaunt it, her Catholic ways raised eyebrows. Despite vicious rumors by other women to the contrary, she spurned all suitors. This led to much grumbling, much talk of her haughty ways. In all things she lived as a decent woman should. “The fateful moment came after the young daughter had been accused of stealing a pair of stockings by the mistress of the house. A terrible fight ensued and, later that night, the mistress and her three daughters became violently ill and started to act strangely. They talked to the air and inanimate objects but refused to discourse with actual people. They couldn’t walk normally and instead had to stride about as if a hoop was between their

“He arranged my life, including my marriage. He even allowed me to receive the so-called good wife education since I was a child.” “A good wife's education?” Paul exclaimed. “I can't believe that a rich girl like you would receive such an education. Can you simply tell me what these so-called good wife educations are?” “Take good care of your husband and children, learn to cook delicious meals for him, get used to waiting for him at night, and never ask where he went or who he was with.” I sneered, “Unless he tells you that a woman is pregnant with his child and that she is your sister.”

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!”

He can’t be the CEO of the company, but if my suspicions are correct, it’s a shame I even bumped into him. “Let it go, hon. Her position suits her. Karen’s decision was just right.” The witch said again that her husband must be her husband because he called her hon. I didn’t say a word and left, continuing to the cleaning department. Will Loid feel the rush of blood?