Novel & Cerita The Lovely Wife Book

What do you use it for? I narrowed my eyes a bit at the thought and gave her a pointed look as I seemed to have discovered a rather new side of my little wife. And then I got more curious. Who did she get this book from? And who was the original painter of this spring book? At the thought of some man presenting her this book, I felt rather uncomfortable. 'Does she have a lover? Is that why she is so reluctant to sleep with me? Was it that man who gave her this book?' All kinds of irrational thoughts clouded my mind and I felt quite irritated by it all. It didn't matter whether we were in love or not, which husband could digest the verity that his wife, in fact had a promised lover, after kno

He couldn't help to smile as he gaze at the beautiful woman lying on the other side of his bed. She's a temptress, an enchantress, and a gem that he valued the most. He just couldn't believe that she was now his wife, all his. He has been dreaming for this day to happen for such a long time. He had loved her since the time she left and realized what he lost. That's also the time he decided to change himself to be worth on her. He couldn't just believe that his dream finally came true. She was now his wife and it damn feels so good.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.

he finally said, almost shouting the words. “Your WIFE?” I asked, dragging the word out as I stood up and walked closer to him. “Yes, my lovely wife,” he repeated, forcing a smile. Lovely wife? I thought to myself. The same man who had the nerve to force his filthy lips on Ava was now calling his wife “lovely”? My hands clenched into fists at my sides at the memory, but I kept my composure. “Oh, I see. You got your LOVELY WIFE a gift,” I said, making sure to emphasize the word again.

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"Lucky why?" "Lucky to have a handsome, wealthy, stable, and kind-hearted husband." "Gosh." Alice rolled her eyes. For this habit and behavior of Ashton's, it seemed incurable. It was already an acute disease. "It's useless to be handsome if you're annoying." "I'm not annoying, dear. Just adorable." "Yes, so adorable that someone got obsessed with being his wife. So handsome that the office staff talks about him every day. I'm lucky to have a handsome husband like this."

Her voice trembled with tenderness as she whispered, “I love you, my husband.” He pulled her against him so tightly she could feel the thunder of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. “And I—” his voice cracked, filled with reverence, “I love you far more, my sweet, beautiful wife. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” Later that night, the library became a sanctuary bathed in soft lamplight and the silvery glow of the moon spilling through the tall windows. The distant hum of the house, family laughter fading into night felt like another world entirely. Here, there was only the quiet, the warmth, and the unspoken promise of love that bound them.

Kyle continued, his breath warm against her neck. “They choose wives very carefully. Not for love. For bloodlines amd their assets. For what they can bring into the family. Once a woman marries in, she becomes part of the system. But slowly, they isolate her. They make her dependent. They transfer her wealth, her properties, her connections into the family trust. If she becomes too independent, too curious… they break her.” He swallowed hard.

He assured and got the series out of his hands, feeling how heavy they were. “Thank you.” She mouthed. Slowly, she opened book one, seeing a signature on it. It looked beautiful, making her use her hands to trace it. “It was my wife’s favorite book that she had gotten when was pregnant with Phineas. She loved it that she would read it almost every day, just so she wouldn’t forget about what had happened in the books.” He revealed.