Novel & Cerita The Spare Wife Abigail

But she’d done nothing to make me think that way. Elena had been a faithful, doting wife. We’d had a good marriage. How could I have let Lydia convince me otherwise. And then there was the abortion. For the past three years, I’d been helping Lydia raise Ava. When I could have been raising my own child with Elena. The thought caused me to bite down hard on my lip. It was almost too much to bear. I couldn’t think about it. I had to stay focused on the present. We had to get Elena out of whatever mess she was in. We could deal with everything else after.

Natalia said as she shut her laptop and started to lace around the room. Just how long would it take her stupid husband to come back home to his beautiful, obedient wife? “I can’t wait to see you back home, Mr Shaw.” She said softly to herself and giggled while playing with her fingers. It was definitely going to be a very long evening for the both of them whenever he decided to get home.

Dela Vega Mansion: The lady saw that her son was happy since they broke up with Maria, who became her son's favorite girlfriend. Apart from the fact that Maria is very beautiful, very kind, and respectful to her husband and wife, that's why I felt sorry for him and why his son didn't make up his mind. And Maria's sister Mary is still Maria's sister with the amount of girl nonsense, so that's all the pain Maria felt when they last met before she left. And my lady doesn't know where it is. "Oh! My young man looks happy. Are you going to work, son?" the lady asked her son Primo. "No! Mommy, nothing. Just a meeting with the clients." This is the answer; the lady doesn't seem to believe what her

“And who exactly are you, ma’am? What makes you think you can just walk in and meet Mr. Harry?” “I’m… his wife,” Arabella said softly but firmly. They exchanged looks—and laughed like she had just claimed to be the Queen of England. “His wife? Come on. If every woman claiming that got in, we’d have a crowd here!” “Don’t play games here, miss. This is a serious site. Leave now or we’ll call our superior.” Arabella froze. Her cheeks burned with humiliation. A few workers nearby glanced their way, whispering. “Who’s that chick? Claims to be the boss’s wife?”

So, he found comfort with other women. Tyler’s earlier words played in my mind. His denial of me as his wife felt like a sharp bone lodged in my throat. Before I realized it, tears silently spilled from the corners of my eyes. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Tyler. [I couldn’t find you, so I left first. [I’ve got a surprise waiting at home. Don’t be mad, okay? [Oh, and Mom says she misses us. Let’s visit her when we get the chance.]

“ I don’t know what gave any of you the idea that I’m in love with you or would eventually love you, but I’m saying this right now so that you all stop those disgusting fantasies you have.” “I never wanted to bother myself with all this, but it seems to be getting out of hand. You all are here to work, not to make some silly advances at me. And just so you know, I am a married man, and I’m not interested in taking a second wife. My wife is right…” “Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!” I turned, hearing Abigail furiously cough before I could finish my words. “That’s all,” I said, looking at her questionably before the speaker was turned off.

"Really? I have all the evidence in my hand. And I'll make sure you will rot in the cell." "No! You can't do this to me. Let go!" She screamed and struggled from their hold, but the police officer dragged her out of the conference room. Murmurs echoed inside, but I ignored them when Abby ran to me and wrapped her arms around me. I let out a relieved sigh and wrapped my arms around her also. "So Matthew, you are married to Miss Park?" One of the shareholders asked.

George Galanti ~•~ Abigail was acting pretty weird. I knew it was a bad decision to keep on seeing her when we worked so closely together, but I didn’t think it’d be much of an issue. She was looking for a regular fuck anyway and I thought she’d be cool about it. But lately, she’d been mentioning my wife a lot. I didn’t know if that translated to being jealous, but I knew it was a bad thing. She had nothing to be jealous about though. Christine might have been my wife but I spent more time with Abigail and gave her more of my attention. On the other hand, I barely saw the woman I was married to. The only thing we had in common was the house we lived in.

The city lights reflected against the windows. The anniversary cake remained untouched. The divorce papers remained open in front of him. For years he had believed that his marriage was one of the few things in life he never needed to worry about. Because Elena would always be there. Because she always had been. Tonight, for the first time, Adrian Whitmore looked at the signature line at the bottom of the page and realized something he had never considered before. His wife was preparing for a future that did not include him. And he had absolutely no idea when she had started planning it.