Novel & Cerita The Other Mrs

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to leave without letting him know. I silently and carefully walked towards the door and tried to open it. The door was opened and I looked for my clothes but didn't find them . I ran towards the main gate and on my way I found an old lady. She stopped me and said, " young lady, where are you going without letting sir know. You go up and get fresh. I will prepare some breakfast for you." She told me to make myself at home and that I am really blessed that the master chose me as his woman. She also told me that I am the first woman other than her who had entered into Brent's living space.

I asked and then saw Greg entering the door. "Yes, what are you currently doing?" She asks. "Ahmn, cleaning?" I can't believe she didn't know from the feather duster on my hand. "Sweetheart, this is Madame Rouge. She will help us with your condition." Greg informed me. "Gregory, it seems that your wife is reverting into being a human. She's doing mundane things like them. Either that or…" Madame Rouge tried to gather her thoughts. She looks very young and beautiful. But since even Gregory called her madam, that means she's older than him. I still don't know their hierarchy since I don't usually attend their gatherings anymore. Greg gave me that option and I took advantage of it.

Once we fucked enough times and boredom set in, letting her go would be as easy as all the other women. “There you are,” said Mari, breaking through the vicious thoughts coursing through me. “Oh, did you give him a reading?” “Of course I did. He’s my son-in-law.” Mrs. Wright patted my knee. “I hope you found that helpful.” My voice was strained as I replied, “So helpful. I never would’ve thought there was a squirrel inside me.” “A squirrel?” said Mari. “Yes, a purple one. Didn’t you know?” said Mrs. Wright.

Vance? I am Mrs. Vance, for heaven's sake, and I am standing right here. What other Mrs. Vance is he talking about?

"And I don’t intend to start a family with a disrespectful woman, so maybe you should get a grip of yourself." Mrs. Maddy smiled slightly, clearly pleased with how Jace had stood up for her. Without another word, she turned and walked away, her footsteps light and purposeful. Sasha, on the other hand, fumed, her face contorting with frustration as she made a gesture that clearly expressed her displeasure.

She felt small, fragile, like a child waiting for bad news. Dr Lee entered a few minutes later, a woman in her fifties with warm brown eyes and a calm smile. Her presence was soothing, like a balm on Elle’s frayed nerves. “Mrs. Carter, I’m Dr. Lee,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Let’s figure out what’s going on, okay? Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Professional. "There," Mrs. Chen said. "You look lovely." Elara looked at herself in the vanity mirror. She looked like a stranger. A woman getting married. A woman whose life wasn't a carefully constructed corporate transaction. "Thank you," Elara said. Mrs. Chen's expression softened slightly. "It is my pleasure, Mrs. Thorne." The title still felt strange. Mrs. Thorne. In one hour, it would be legal. A sharp knock sounded on the door. Alexander's voice came through the wood.

The stage was set for a day of fun, laughter, and memories in the making. As Mrs. Whitlock and Mrs. Adamson, both married women, eagerly searched for an effortless and free dress, Allison happily offered her assistance. Determined to find the ideal fit for them, they carefully selected various options. After a few minutes of browsing, Allison triumphantly discovered a stunning and comfortable dress that perfectly suited Mrs. Whitlock and her mother.

I declared and it was Lisa's turn to be shocked. “ No way! He is so handsome. I can't believe you let him go. He- ” She gasped and leaned in to whisper but Damien's voice grabbed both of our attention. “ Tell me about your staff. ” Damien asked Mrs Brown who was already nervous and fidgety around him. He had that kind of powerful aura that made people uncomfortable but I got used to it. The memories threatened to pull me down again and I decided to focus on work. “ Oh Shit Alice! Mom is going to tell him I swear. ” Lisa grabbed my arm and shook it to get me away from work.

“It will be the talk of the town, no doubt.” Another giggle followed, softer and more cheerful. “Thank you, Mrs. Henderson,” a second voice replied warmly. My breath hitched. Wedding dress? Mrs. Henderson? The words echoed in my mind, refusing to make sense. My heart pounded as I tried to process what I was hearing. The first voice, it was Peter’s mother. But who was the other woman? Before I could piece it together, a figure appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.