Novel & Cerita The Good Wife Novel

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

Eventually, she latched onto an older, rich man as his mistress. Her luck ran out fast. The guy's wife didn't play. She had Alice disfigured and tossed aside. No money, no safety net. Alice died sick, alone, and forgotten. In just one year, everything flipped. Lucia's life was finally her own. No chains, no shadows. The sky was wide. The sea, endless. And she was just getting started.

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.

“Why didn’t you prepare dinner yesterday? And why was there no breakfast this morning?” Nyelle slowly looked back at me again. Then suddenly…She smirked. “I said I wanted to be your real wife,” she signed calmly. “Not your slave. Let your lover do the cooking” That did it. I still didn't get a damn of what she was signing with her hands. “I said stop this…I can’t keep standing here clueless while you wave your hands at me.” I roared furiously, my voice echoing across the entire house. The maids nearby immediately froze in fear.

The man wasn't looking at a happy wife; his eyes were fractured with a level of pain and uncertainty that made my own chest ache. “Can I see your baby?” Novel asked softly. The woman flinched, clutching the bundle tighter. “Who are you?” “Your husband wanted to introduce us,” Novel said, her voice like silk. “He said we would love him.” The woman’s shoulders dropped. The manic tension left her face, and she slowly loosened her arms. My breath hitched.

If Julian and his family hadn't turned it into this, this performance, this transaction, she probably would have agreed on her own. "I don't have the time. You clearly have the money. Hire a private nurse." She turned and walked away. Behind her, Diane's voice rang down the corridor, indignant. "Does that woman ever listen to a single word said to her? This family must be cursed eight lifetimes over to end up with a wife this heartless!" Eleanor didn't turn around, just walked faster, unaware Julian had started after her. He was a few strides from catching up when he stopped short.

Vanessa’s photograph appeared. Beautiful. Confident. And perfectly suited to become the wife of an elite family. “Vanessa Clarke.” Sebastian let out a quiet laugh. “Or soon-to-be Vanessa Ashcroft.” Adele studied several articles about the woman. A modest background. A rapidly rising career. And a relationship far too close to Leonard long before the divorce happened. “This woman is smart,” Adele murmured quietly. “Very.” “Ambitious.” “And patient enough to wait.” Adele slowly closed the folder.

“Again! He wouldn’t hurt a fly,fly, and he isn’t my lover. I am all yours. I’m your wife,wife, Isak,Isak, and no one else! I stared at the woman in front of me.. WasWas she that clueless or was she just acting up?? “You’re even still defending that son of a bitch! While in my house. You said you're mine now;; ifif you want to become a better wife,wife, then why would a better wife try to defend another man in front of his husband??” I waited as the room fell silent, and she just stood there and watched me motionlessly. As if the life in her was drained again!!

He forced a smile, patting Ciara's hair. " Be a good girl and everyone would like you." Good girl? Ciara chuckled. Willing pulled in by her husband. She hadn't gone through a lot of stress just to be a good girl. She was Miss spit fire. She would burn anyone who crossed her path. Indeed, Grandmother was the first one to get burnt. The old woman narrowed her eyes in an express of displeasure. Firstly it was Royalty who had gotten married out of the blue, now it was his stupid shadow.