The Wife He Never Knew Novels & Stories

She wore his ring. She carried his name. She shared his home. But she never had his heart. Evelyn Hart never dreamed of marrying a man who could give her everything except love. But when life left her with no other choice, she accepted a marriage proposal from Adrian Blackwood, a powerful billionaire whose heart belonged to another woman. Their marriage was built on an agreement, not affection. For Adrian, Evelyn was simply the woman who carried his surname — someone he was obligated to keep by his side, but never someone he intended to love. He made his rules clear: she must never question him, never interfere, and never expect him to be the husband she needed. Evelyn agreed, convi

Wendy’s grandmother said. Natalia let the woman in, only because wasting time to argue would make her lose time and Delilah had to be with someone quickly. She also knew that the woman would not go if she was asked to. That was now stubborn she was. “I am sorry. I knew about my grand daughter and your husband— I mean, ex-husband—” Natalia shook her head and gave a small smile. “Late ex-husband.” The older woman’s eyes widened. “What? How? What happened to him?”

She knew that he had processed what was happening. With long strides, he hurried and opened the bedroom door only to find the woman he has been calling his wife riding a strange man on his bed. What disgusted him the most was that all this years this was happening without his knowledge. He must be the most stupid man on earth, he would break the Guinness record for being foolish and naïve. But no more of this nonsense called marriage, he will not take all this from the ungrateful woman. The time has come for him to be a man, he had to change his destiny for a better one with love and affection.

The reputation they all knew him for was not who she knew. “ a man who can barely stand the presence of another lady aside from that of his wife, a man who has never been seen with another woman despite the rumors circulating of him having a multitude of women. Clair we all know someone is tarnishing his image but if you must know my husband only has eyes for me… something we can't say about your marriage” Clair raised her hands but it's held amidst the air. Emilia felt herself wrapped in the embrace of a familiar scent. She looked up to the eyes of her husband. Mark roughly pushed his wife to the floor.

Guilt and regret hit me as I grappled with the profound realization that I had been ignorant of such fundamental aspects of my wife's life. "I never really asked her about her family. I guess that's why she didn't tell me," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and self-reproach. "What kind of a husband have I been all these years not to know anything about my wife?" I lamented, my heart heavy with the weight of my oversight.

One thing he's learned and has promised himself is never to fall in love or believe in that shit called loved. His wife opened his eyes to see that clearly and that's something he will never forget. Years back, when he had fallen in love with his wife, she had meant the whole world to him and was ready to do anything for her. The thought of her betraying him never crossed his mind, even when he discovered she had tried to abort the pregnancy when she discovered she was pregnant. She had been four months gone and she didn't know, when she discovered it she went to the hospital to get it aborted.

“It would be a shame if your new wife ended up like the last one.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a memory. One I never wanted to remember, to be reminded of. People thought they knew what happened. They didn’t. No one did. But that never stopped them from whispering. I opened a file on my laptop, stared at the first page, then shut it again. My hands were still on the desk, but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely. It was on Natasha. She didn’t know anything. She didn’t know the half of what this family was, or what she had married into. And maybe that was for the best.

He turned his head toward the house, nodding once. “Nobody—and I mean absolutely nobody—in that house is on your side.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing. Confusion twisted inside me because… how did he already seem to know why I was there? “Nobody in that house is going to help you, Monique.” I stiffened. “You know my name?” He gave a slight smile. “You’re Ryan’s wife. That’s how I know your name.” “And who are you? How do you know Ryan?”

She knew she would have to wait to go shopping all the time. Harley never cared about money. She only cared about keeping everyone happy. If that meant putting up with my wife’s humiliation, that was what she would do and she never told me or Victor about it. She never complained. I was able to watch what my wife did through the cameras that were in the house. I was never more ashamed to call her my wife.

I'm used to it already but I'm not sure she will ever accept that, her husband is a killer, he is heartless, and she will be thinking about a lot of things and also questioning herself about her commitment. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out to see that I got a text from someone, another unknown number it was a different one entirely. Unknown: It's a pity the poor driver didn't make it. As expected from a man of sacrifices. Me: Just wait until I find you. I will enjoy using you as one too. Unknown: That is why you will never find me. I'm everywhere. And mostly with your wife. I pinched the space between my brows and inhaled, I needed to calm down.