The Spare Wife Abigail Mga Nobela at Kwento

Valerie continued. Abigail scoffed as the image of her husband flashed through her mind. She remembered having to deal with his drunkenness and the perfume of women that lingered on him even after a long day. She remembered seeing makeup-stained shirts and hickey marks on his neck. There were even women who were bold enough to slip their underwear into the pocket of his suit. She had seen it all, and she saw that as her way out. "I am not defending what I did; everything I did was wrong. I should have known that he was a married man and stayed away from him instead of clinging to him as if I owned him. I got what I deserved in the end," Valerie said.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

she thought out loud before she burst into a loud, maniacal laughter. Things were finally looking up for her since Caleb had married that woman, spoiling her well-laid plans. When he informed her of his grandmother’s order, she had played the role of the sad, concerned girlfriend, but the moment he left, Abigail had fallen into a murderous rage that made her thrash her entire apartment. A cruel smile curved her lips as she remembered that day. Soon, the Kensington family would learn that no one stood in the way of what Abigail Sinclair wanted. Starting with the wife, Abigail intended to slowly work her way to the top.

She wasn’t like that idiot Matilda. She helped Matlida to escape the prison and hide in one of the concubine's chambers. At least, this way Austin wouldn’t be sad. But that damned woman couldn’t be seen from the morning. Instead of searching for her, she would focus on the wedding. But when the maids were banging Abigail’s door constantly made her worried. But opening the door, she got the shock of her life. She was surprised too. Abigail still wanted to marry her son. It only means she craves power. Then, this could make things easy for her.

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

So Amelia wondered why Ava still couldn't move on from him when they no longer had anything to do with each other. "Do you think I'm someone who gives up easily?" "Haven't you already gotten the house and the car?" Amelia asked. "Are you feeling bad for your husband?" Amelia was stunned. Why would she? "I lost my child. Instead of standing up for me, he abandoned me. Everyone had their tongues wagging about how wild my imagination was. It's true that I have a house and a car, but my career is ruined!" Ava exclaimed. Amelia was confused. "Have you found another person to back you up?"

Ivana stormed toward Abigail, her voice echoing through the lounge. ‘Husband!’ Diego thought, his eyes widened in shock. Abigail, who had been trying so hard to maintain her composure, visibly faltered. Her fingers trembled slightly at her side. The words “Husband” echoed in her head. “Hu-Husband?” Abigail whispered, her voice barely audible as she threw a stunned glance at Tardrain. “You’re married?” Tardrain said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on Ivana. Not cold, not indifferent, but in amusement. Almost stunned.

"Officer, don't listen to him! He already has a wife. He's been with her for ten years, and they have a daughter together! I was tricked by him, too. I had no idea he wasn't even divorced!" "We were just living together. We aren't even legally married! Why the hell should I have to take on his debts?!" Chris was shaking with rage. "When you were begging for cash, you sure didn't say you weren't my wife! Abigail, let me tell you something. Even if it kills me, I am dragging you straight down to hell with me!" Abigail thought this was nothing more than an empty threat. However, she forgot that because the two of them had thrown such a massive, high-profile wedding ceremony, absolutely everyone

Claire was in the hallway when she saw her, tall, beautiful, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than Claire's entire wardrobe combined. The woman stopped in front of Claire and looked her up and down slowly. "So you are her," the woman said. "The wife." "I am Claire," she said carefully. "And you are?" "Vanessa," the woman said, like the name alone should mean something. "Nathan's real relationship. The one that actually matters." Claire felt her stomach drop, but she kept her face steady. "I think you should discuss that with Nathan, not with me." Vanessa laughed, short and cold.