روايات وقصص ضمن The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback

“Darling, I’m simply asking the maid to do her job—” “She’s not the maid anymore.” Jake’s green eyes were cold. “She’s my wife. Clause 7 of Dad’s will remember” Hailey who had managed to hold a glass of water, choked on it. Rebecca went pale as he mouth opened and closed. “You humiliate her again, Mom, and you lose everything. Spousal benefits, the Manhattan apartment, the allowance. All of it gets redistributed.” I gulped hard, panting and sweating because everything felt surreal.

She remained rooted outside Damien’s study, her fingers tightening around the glass of water until she feared it might shatter in her hand. “I want everything you can find on Brian Vale…” Every word echoed through her mind. “Including why my wife lied about him.” Her breathing became shallow. Damien was investigating Brian. No…he was investigating her. Ever since she got married to Brian, she had never visited his family, does it mean that Brian never introduced her to them at all? Why didn’t Donald recognize her instantly? There had to be a problem!

No matter how much security I increased, they kept finding ways back. I immediately grabbed the phone before answering coldly. “What do you want this time?” For a few seconds, silence filled the line before the familiar heavily distorted, deep and robotic voice finally echoed through the speaker. “You must be thinking about your wife right now…” The voice paused briefly, almost amused. “And regretting your choices.”

“You are my guest.” That pulled a laugh from her, small and ugly. “Is that what I am?” Silence. She turned then. Damian stood in the middle of the corridor with his tie undone and his jaw tight, looking less like the perfect groom and more like a man who had arrived too late to stop the damage. Good. Let him see it. Let him see what his family had done to the woman he had dragged into their world. “I am not your wife,” she said. “Not really. I am not his future heir-maker. I am not some pretty solution to your inheritance problem.”

“Mommy, I want to go home.” Wanna was surprised. “Go home? Your condition isn’t—” “I’m bored here. I want to go home.” Wanna sighed. “Alright… Mommy will ask the doctor first.” Samuel nodded. In his heart, he thought, “Rebecca… I’m starting to hate you. Maybe it’s true, six years ago, you did kidnap Nora on my wedding day and Nora just for the sake of being Mrs. Wilson. Then your boyfriend came back, and you left with him. Five years later, you brought back an illegitimate child. You’re truly a devilish woman, Rebecca!”

I snarled fiercely. As I scowled at him, I clinched my teeth in fury, then said, "What about my clothing? I forgot to pack anything! Moreover, why did you rent just one suite? I have enough money to pay for my accommodation!" "Did you happen to hear what the receptionist said? She knew you were my wife because I told her. They'll be shocked and believe we're arguing if you reserve another room. They would undoubtedly be pleased and may use the opportunity to seduce your attractive husband." Gavin smiled arrogantly as he said.

amn wife lesson, the wicked woman who punished me for my father! Why didn't I think of putting her name on my Death List?

"Okay…." She picked up a small pot from the shelf beside her…something to do with her hands and set it back down. "You're not just Adrian's uncle right?" she asked. Damien looked at her. "No," he said. "I'm your legally married husband” She nodded slowly…once not agreement but overwhelmed, “I've heard enough for today, I'd come back tomorrow.” "Tomorrow at five," she said, and walked back to the front of the shop and bought two stems of something she didn't need and left.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”