Novel & Cerita The Temporary Wife Pdf

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

Something unreadable crossed her expression at the word wife, but I couldn’t place what it was. “You know,” she murmured faintly, “sometimes I forget this marriage is temporary.” The room became very still after that. My gaze lifted slowly to hers. She seemed to realize what she said immediately because her eyes shifted away first. “I did not mean it like that,” she added quietly. But I barely heard the explanation. Because the truth was, hearing her say temporary irritated me more every single time. I secured the fresh bandage before lowering the fabric carefully back into place. “You should rest,” I said evenly.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I tried to be strong and I heard his footsteps walking out of this house. I was left alone, as usual. Well, the setup in this house was all the same as time passes by. He never ate the food I made for him, he always comes home late. 3 months had passed but I never made him stayed, yet I always cooked his favorite foods, even though I knew that he won't never going to eat them. I wanted to do everything of this. After my studies, I always came home as early as I could, just to fixed the mess he made intentionally, and cooked him some food. I didn't have enough time with my friends that I slowly losing them until they became just wind to me. I knew that this marriage was all temporary but I lo

“I need a wife. Name your price,” he said, as if he were negotiating a business acquisition rather than rearranging someone’s life. The words struck the air between them, but she didn’t immediately process their meaning. “Pardon, Mr. Wright?” she asked slowly, confusion tightening her expression. His gaze didn’t waver. “I need someone to pose as my wife. Temporarily.” He slid a thick document across the table toward her with practiced ease. “This is the agreement.”

“How is it not personal? I am your friend! Your business partner! I should have been there!” She was right. Under normal circumstances, Giulia would have been the first person I’d call with engagement news. She would have helped me pick the dress, plan the ceremony, and probably cried during the vows. Instead, I’d shut her out completely. “Sit down,” I said quietly. “Let me explain.” “This better be good.” Giulia perched on the edge of her desk, arms crossed. Waiting. I took a deep breath. “The marriage is temporary.” “What does that mean, temporary?”

“My lawyer is outside. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone because I want to settle this amicably. I’m trying here, Jack, so don’t fight with me and I would appreciate it if you would just cooperate with me.” “What do you want me to do to fix this, Hyacinth? Because I’m honestly confused about everything. You say you’re not my wife and then you also say you are not filing divorce. How is this supposed to work? Because, I want to fix this. I promise you-” “The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?”

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

He kept his expression muted as he opened the folder, "I need a wife. " Aria blinked, certain she'd misheard. "Excuse me?" “A temporary wife, ” he said, putting a document toward her. “For three years. ” She reeled back in shock at what he had said. "I don't -- why would you??? " "Business reasons that don't concern you. " He made it very clear that further discussion of that subject would be inconsiderate. "What does concern you is what I'm offering you in return. "