The Spare Wife Abigail Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Watch your tongue. We are royalty and should act accordingly. Besides, heaven's eyes are always upon us and God is no respecter of persons." Michal scoffs and snatches the billowing fabric trailing down the back of her dress as she turns around. "I will never understand you, Abigail. Defending our husband's whore after all the years we have spent imprisoned in the palace together?! Is there no loyalty among wives?" Abigail. The King's second wife. Stories have spread across the kingdom of her gentle character and her bright mind. As Michal disappears with her guards down the hall Abigail turns to face me. She offers me a sympathetic smile as she motions for me to approach her.

I whispered, hoping I wouldn’t be heard or seen. “Do you need anything?” Damien asked calmly, I couldn’t see his facial expression but I was sure he looked at her flirtatiously. “No, it’s fine” she answered plainly, walking to our room. ‘That darn husband snatcher!, today will be your end’ **** I stared at Abigail as she walked up the stairs calmly, it had been a while since she was last here, back then, she strode the floors of the house as my wife but now, she was a guest, one I wouldn’t mind remarrying.

“Okay. But if there’s any time you feel like stopping, you don’t have to continue.” “Thank you.” She smiled at him, taking a deep breath. This was it. She would relive the past two years through a story, and there was no going back from here. Abigail gathered her thoughts and memories, all good and bad, as Theodore waited patiently. It wasn’t an easy thing to do. But she felt like this was the right thing moving forward. And so, with a deep breath, she started. “A little over four years ago, my mother married a man, Mark Jenison. I’m sure you know him.” Abigail waited a while as Theodore gathered his thoughts before his face lit in realisation.

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

Paula I was truly pissed off. With my current situation, I had become a wife abandoned by her husband after he was sent to prison. And his family was completely useless. The Samuel family business had collapsed, and instead they kept trying to force me to support them. My entire family blamed me for not choosing the right husband, even though they had clearly been delighted with my choice before. Day after day, I lived with an uneasy heart. Everything I did felt filled with guilt. No… this can’t be happening. It shouldn’t be like this.

Abigail, the lively older woman I’d met earlier, appeared out of nowhere, frowning as she looked me over. “Why didn’t your husband join you?” she asked, her tone almost accusatory. I waved a dismissive hand, still catching my breath. “Oh, he doesn’t do dancing,” I said with a cheerful smile. Abigail’s sharp gaze didn’t falter. “I told you to keep him away from vultures,” she said, lowering her voice and leaning closer. “Look at those women watching him. That one with the jade bracelet practically threw herself at him earlier.” She huffed and gestured toward Roman, who was exactly where I’d left him—or so I thought.

Sitting on the edge of the luxurious bed in my beautiful room, I gripped my phone firmly, my palms so sweaty. My phone rang jolting me from my thoughts. Freds name shone brightly on the screen as it showed another call from him. After hesitating, I picked it and muttered in a whisper ."Fred. " His voice was urgent almost desperate as he as he called y name. " Abby, You've been avoiding me, where are you? "I haven't been avoiding you ."I answered but my voice was tainted by guilt." Its just that things have been difficult. " "Difficult? he asked his voice rising with rage. How does that even make sense ,Abby? You vanished and now youre married—or soon to be married—to some wealthy stranger?"

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

and that I wasn't experiencing those kinds of dreams once more. I couldn't help but wonder how my husband would feel when he learned that I was finally bringing him a treasure. Davis Gates, my spouse, is the only heir to the Gates Group and a third-generation billionaire. I have been trying hard every day to win his heart, even though he has been aloof and uninterested in me. Even though he has been distant from me, I have never considered abandoning our family. Now that I was expecting his child, my hopes for a change were even greater.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.