The Wife And Her Secret Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was even better that she had sold her uselessly extravagant clothing items and accessories, and for all the cash that Noah had sent to her to buy some things for herself, which she did not get. She had refused to pick calls from anyone. Not from Wendy, Piero, or even Noah. Natalia was sure that Wendy and Noah had received the fright of their lives when they saw that someone apart from the both of them knew of the secret affair that they had had since college. And someone else had also known that Delilah was not the just daughter of a random one night stand that Wendy had had, he was a secret she had kept because the father was her very own husband, Noah.

She asks, pointing at the cake. "I'm going to see my wife." I smile like a stupid silly boy. "I feel like I haven't seen her in ages." "Awww." She says. "That's so cute and romantic. But first, we need to talk." "About what?" "Your wife." She smiles. "She's keeping a big secret from you." *****

He swiftly rolled over and she was suddenly down beneath him. “I will be telling you a secret after this wife,” he murmured and then crashed his lips into hers. “Because of that secret, you have been out of the room for around three days. Don’t ever hide secrets from me again husband,” she murmured back as her hand glided into his igniting manhood, almost fully grown ready to take her in a second. “It’s another secret wife,” he whispered again as he swiftly slithered down to her breast down to her core, tasting it like he never tasted it before.

“She has been moving funds between other accounts. Although it's subtle, the money that is missing adds up. I may forward the information?” I clenched my jaw. I had been the victim of Ava's theft. Burst into full-fledged rage was the anger that had been smouldering beneath the surface. "Send me all of it," I answered icily. "Now." "Yes, sir." I hung up, clenching my palm around the phone until my knuckles were white. Alex kept a wary eye on me. "What's wrong?" I laughed without a sense of humour. "I just discovered that my wife is embezzling money from me."

I mimics. "Shut up!" "Wife, huh?" I teased. "What is my wife doing here, then?" "I am a secretary as well but never have I ever done that to my boss," She flipped her hair then placed the printed documents on the table. "You're a secretary? Secretary of whom, wife?" I curiously asked. I just hope her boss is not some grey, pervert, old man. She glared at me then flipped her hair. "Secretary of Thames Gaddiel Vista," She said.

Just my secretary. I was just his secretary. A hollow ache spread through my chest like a slow burn. After all the possessiveness, the dominance, the orders, long list of rules—after everything—he couldn’t even say it out loud. Couldn’t tell the world I was his wife. Was I that bad? Was I just some secret he wanted to keep tucked away? Why? Why would he parade me around at home like a belonging, only to deny the title in public? What was wrong with me? Was I really not worth the woman he could call his wife?

She said, turning only for her to freeze. The audacity of the woman! Atrocious. Did she know who she was talking to? She might have been my wife but she needed to know her place. I groaned in my head, my eyes deadly on her only to snap as she rushed to take the remote, turning off the television but it was too late. I already knew her little secret. An idea popped up, thinking of using it against her so she could get out of my life. I snatched the remote, turning the television back on, the connection still intact, displaying what she was working on.

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.