The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

I gave a bitter laugh, my eyes sharp as frost. "Yes," I said. "I did say that. But Hilary, my wife died three years ago in that fire. She and my daughter perished together in the flames. We've been separated by death ever since." In the end, Hilary was sentenced to three years in prison. Lily was placed in the care of a local orphanage. As for Ross, every dirty deed of his was brought to light. He faced multiple charges: illegally obtaining private information, tax evasion, embezzling company funds to buy property and gamble. He was convicted and sentenced to thirty years in prison.

Do you think by marrying me you will get limitless money, a luxurious life? "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life?

Max states. “You abandoned your child! You are as much trash as your wife. Making a toddler cry!” the woman says. I notice other people begin paying attention. Max scoffs, “Did it occur to you that the DNA results were fake? Tomorrow I can release the real results.” “What, you don’t have them now?” she mocks.

The small, careful things she did, preparing his meals the way he liked, arranging his clothes, taking care of things before he even noticed. Like a real wife would. The memories came in pieces, clear, sharp, and impossible to ignore. And now she was gone. Adrian lowered himself into the chair, his body heavy. There was a tight feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away. The woman I held... the woman I was beginning to understand... was gone. He exhaled slowly, then stilled. No. Something wasn’t right. A quiet thought stayed at the back of his mind, refusing to fade.

Chinedu would suckle from one tit while baby did the other, then fuck her while she held the baby monitor. Cindy's body bounced back even hotter, thicker ass, fuller breasts and she became so insatiable. It was their wedding anniversary and Cindy planned something special. She blindfolded Mark and drove him to an unknown location, a very expensive hotel suite. When the blindfold came off, Mark saw five muscular black men, all hung like horses, including Chinedu. "Happy anniversary, my lovely cuck," Cindy said, already stripping. "Tonight, they all get to use your wife. You're going to serve us stark naked, you fluff them, clean creampies and do whatever they want."

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

Even I, with my new found fame and success hadn’t been granted access even after buying very expensive tickets online, but Ava hadn’t even had to show a pass. I knew Amelia’s family had pull, but not for balls like that. I’d already made up my mind to look into those two other ladies she’d been with, but after my near brush with death with that awful man just a few minutes ago, I now knew exactly who I was up against. My own wife was having an affair!

However, Sandra's expression changed. I asked her gently what was going on, and she replied, "My phone's lagging! It's driving me crazy!" I immediately offered to buy her a new one. She shook her head and said, "No need. Just send me the money. I'm not feeling well. I need to go to the restroom." I transferred the money, and she left the ward. And that "restroom trip" lasted the entire day. That night at nine, William uploaded another post—a photo of him holding a woman's hand. On her finger was the same ring I had given Sandra.

A few hours later, it was all on the news: “Sinclair Stone is a heartless man, he treated his wife badly and didn't care about his mother till it was her last moments on earth.” This was what the news was about: the years he had kept me inside the house and ignored my existence, cheated on me, and broken my heart. And his mother longs for her son so much that she had to force her way into his house and use her terminal illness to get him to let her stay. It wasn't a highly guarded secret; Sinclair only cared about people's opinions when it affected the company, so anyone who observed enough or a snitch worker at the mansion could have leaked it out to the press. We made sure to tell enough t