Romans & histoires The Other Mrs

which was more like a clear warning to Justin. ...................................................... Awww.... Mrs. Merchant is too sweet, isn't she?

"Elowen, your mom is dead." I froze. I had believed my heart wouldn’t stir anymore, yet hearing those words still tightened something inside my chest. My eyes stung. Mira continued quietly, "Suri—ever the ungrateful one—broke into your house at night with two blond thugs and strangled her with a rope. "That idiot thought that once her mom died, she’d inherit the house, sell it, and run away with them. Those three together don’t even add up to fifty years old. How could they possibly evade a police investigation?

Travis looked at me in shock and I discreetly raised my middle finger at him and he breathed out a sigh, yup, I'm still in here Travis. Mrs Mama fixed herself up straightening her suit jacket and I didn't miss the disgusted look she gave my sister, oh I'm going to have fun with her tonight. "Welcome to our home. I am Mrs William and this is my husband, Mr William," she pointed to the man with the grey hair standing next to her. Go figure Mrs William. She had long brown hair, straight flowing down her shoulders, she still looked young but you could see the little grey hairs on her head. "Well I'm Zada, Xania' older sister, we bought you a few things to say thank you for inviting us," I said,

“I see.” “We were just about to leave. Please send my regards to my parents.” “Oh, you haven’t seen them.” Mrs. Damer gasps. “We can’t have that.” And before I can stop her, she yells out. “Anita, Mellisia is here.” I think the world stopped rotating at the exact moment Mrs. parks locks eyes with me. I couldn’t read her facial expression, but I know this is going to be a disaster when she starts marching over with her husband fast on her heels.

Mocha Dela Rama, a wife of a high ranking official. “I’m also pleased to meet you-” “What a pity. I would like my daughter to marry Gavin.” I slightly pursed my lips when an old lady said those while looking at me like she found something unmatched. I smiled. Mrs. Matt Taba. A wife of a middle class nobleman. “Same.” “What was that, Mrs. Morgan?” “Same to you all, it’s nice meeting all of you. I would like to have a chat with all of you but my husband might worry. He loves me very much anyway.”

Her mind raced with guilt and confusion, “Did I push him too far? Am I overreacting?” A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She froze, and the faint hope that it might be Derek disappeared the moment she heard Sylvia’s voice. “Good evening Ma’am, Mr. Johnson has asked me to inform you that he’ll be staying over at the office tonight.” The housekeeper announced politely from the other end of the door. Leah heaved a deep sigh, “Thank you, Sylvia.” She replied calmly.

Callum and I had had minor conflicts in the past, but they were always resolved quickly. I had no idea when it started, but Callum began finding me unreasonable whenever we got into a minor argument, even if I had intended to apologize to him. At the time, I could not understand it. I merely thought that Callum had had a change of heart. The two of us grew apart, and in the end, we got divorced. I was stuck with the label of being "unreasonable". The same thing happened to Kyra and her husband, Anthony. He ran his farm very efficiently and had made a substantial profit.

Just before I was about to leave, I received an unexpected phone call. "Mr. Ranch?" "Patrick, no need to be so formal. Just call me Richard." Richard's voice had lost the sharp edge it once carried. I glanced at Olivia and replied flatly, "We're not that close. 'Mr. Ranch' is more appropriate and respectful." Hearing my response, Olivia clenched her white dress tightly. Catching her small movement from the corner of my eye, I kept my expression blank and continued calmly, "If you have something to say, Mr. Ranch, just say it directly."

Even if he had been there… he probably would’ve ignored her. And somehow, that would’ve hurt even more. “Excuse me, are you Mrs. Russell?” Karina looked up. A lady dressed in professional clothing stood in front of her. She sniffled and nodded. “Yes?” “Ahh, perfect!” the lady clapped her hands excitedly. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” She turned around immediately. “Follow me.” Karina stood slowly and wiped her eyes with her handkerchief before placing it back into her purse.

"This isn't what I expected." "What were you expecting?" "I don't know.". A faint smile touched my lips. "Something that looked like it belonged in a magazine instead of a place someone actually lives, this place is different from your other penthouse” "I spend enough time in magazines." His answer earned another small smile from me. A middle-aged woman emerged from the hallway, dressed in a crisp black uniform. "Good morning, Mr. Jones." "Morning, Martha.". Her attention shifted toward me. "You must be Mrs…”