Novel & Cerita The Good Wife Gone Bad

No one mentions Chess or the fact that she still hasn't shown up to rejoin our group even as the day's activity comes to an end and we all begin to pack up to leave. It makes me sad that she's taking Caden's earlier behavior harder than expected and it feels even worse that I couldn't stop it all from happening in the first place..... We carry our stuff silently, as we join the line that's slowly forming to start our descent back to the hotel. Our tour guide isn't as chirpy and bright as she had been on the way up, I notice, and it's almost as funny as it's sad to watch the reason why. Just like he did my bestfriend, Kyle the manwhore has abandoned her company in favor of some long legged bl

I churned her up. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, wiggling her hips back and forth. "You're going to make me be such a bad wife! Oh, yes, I'm going to be so wicked! I'm going to cum on that big dick!" I winked at the other wife as I drilled the slut. "Be a bad, bad wife!" "YES!" she screamed, her pussy going wild around my cock. "I'm so bad! Cum in me! Flood my snatch with all your jizz!"

My hands moved automatically, like I’d been preparing for this day all along. When I reached for my jewelry box, my fingers paused on my wedding ring. I slipped it off slowly, staring at it for a long moment before placing it beside the papers on the dresser. Five years. Five years of waiting, hoping, loving… and losing. Last year, I had overheard something I wasn’t supposed to. One of Nicholas’s friends was drunk and said it — said that Nicholas had married me not out of love, but out of revenge. Revenge against Isabella, the woman who once cheated on him.

She was in a black evening gown, her presence commanding, flanked by six large men. "Well, if it isn't our dear ex-son-in-law," she said, her voice dripping with scorn. "I hear things haven't been going so well for you. The Don has lost faith, business is tanking, and the FBI is sniffing around?" Dante's face grew even darker. "Sofia, I'm just here to take my wife home." "Wife?" Mom chuckled. "My daughter divorced you two years ago. What do you call this, exactly? Stalking?"

this girl Is evil, she came Into my life and she disorganised everything I have planned, Deja Is very good and she Is a loyal wife, she loves so dearly, despite she earned more than me, she still respect me, she accommodate me and my family, she does everything for me, when she was with me, I didn't feel anything, I no longer have good health because of the tedious job I Involved myself because of feeding and some other minor expenses, I betrayed my wife, I betrayed our wedding vows, I know she can never forgive me, I intimidated and humiliated my wife because of Doyin, and because I lost my job, Doyin humiliated and dumped me, she trash me,

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Adrian's POV The warrant exploded across my burner phone like shrapnel in the dead of night. Alerts piled up from the scraps of my network *International warrant issued. Murder-for-hire. Conspiracy with intent to defraud and kill.* Maribel. That pathetic, whining mess had survived, clawed her way back from the brink, and sung like a canary to save her own hide. I could picture her in that hospital bed, swollen and broken, spilling every secret I'd trusted her with. Ungrateful. Disposable.

Her husband looked increasingly angry to see that the password was not false and Eve was able to get into her accout’s application. “You are indeed a fraud. I should have trusted Shirley, who has been my friend for a long time, more than a cheap woman from the outskirts of the market like you," “Dude, please believe me!” Eve seemed to beg by falling down and hugging one of her husband's legs. “I will divorce you immediately. I've already met a lot of women like you out there, A Gold Digger!” said Eve's husband as he forcibly pulled his cell phone which was in Eve's hand, then left the crying woman who seemed to be sitting limp on the floor.

She spat as her furious steps thundered towards me. I remained unmoved, my hands crossed over my chest as I watched her with a smirk on my face. “I'm throwing you out of this house!" She spat and gripped my hand, then began to drag me towards the door. I said nothing and allowed her to drag me along, the smirk never leaving my face. “You were the woman who went viral for cheating on her husband three years ago, weren't you?" The woman suddenly spoke, and we both froze on our steps. Margaret swerved her head around, her eyes wide and pleading that I deny it.

The room fell into dead silence, broken only by my ragged gasps. He sighed. "You don't have to do this. I've already told you—you're still my wife. There's no reason to invent lies about her." He pulled out his phone. The screen lit up with our wedding photo from years ago. I snatched it from his hand and smashed it onto the floor. "Take a good look at this face of mine." I pointed at myself. "Does it look anything like your wife?" I shoved him away and practically screamed, "Get out! All of you, get out!"