The Wife He Never Knew Novels & Stories

I then spoke up, keeping my voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear, "You were aware of the situation to some extent, weren't you, Mr. Dixon?" Joseph instantly stiffened. I smiled, a gesture entirely devoid of warmth. "You were well aware Queenie was married. After all, when purchasing stuff for her brother, you made sure to pick up a gift for me, too. "You knew I was her husband, yet you feigned ignorance. You knew she was already married, yet you still forced your way into the relationship. Do you just have a thing for other men's wives?" "Shut up!" Joseph finally snapped, screaming at the top of his lungs.

He grins broadly and waits, like he’s expecting some kind of reaction. “What do you mean? I don’t know anyone who would leave me a fortune.” I study the man’s expression carefully. What is he playing at? As Sebastain’s wife, I count as a rich woman. “This kind of brings us to the bad news.” This time, the man’s expression is sober and he looks genuinely sorry for what he’s about to say. “So what’s this bad news?” I ask wearily. “I’m sorry to tell you Maria, but your father is dead. ”

But now it's as clear as day, I don't know who you are. "You know who I am." "Do I?" He turned around. "Do I know who you are, Vivian? Because I thought I did. I thought I knew the woman who sat across from me at dinner and told me about her mother. I thought I knew the woman who cried in the garden when she thought I couldn't see her. I thought I knew the woman who married me for the contract and started to…" He stopped. He pressed his lips together. "I thought I knew you. And now I find out there's a whole part of you I've never seen. A whole part of you I've never been allowed to see."

The noise pulled a growing crowd, everyone drifting over to gawk. Across the room, satisfaction flickered briefly across Cassandra's face. She caught Julian's arm before he could cross toward the commotion, feigning worry. "What's going on over there? Is that... Eleanor?" The woman was carted off by ambulance, and a new headline hit trending status within the hour: WIFE ATTACKS MISTRESS ENDS UP KICKING HER INTO THE HOSPITAL. UNBELIEVABLE. The woman's name was Rachel Sparks. Dale Quinn's wife, and connected enough that her family carried real weight.

At the time, I hadn't thought much beyond the attraction and that stubborn determination to have what I wanted and then, years later, we had ended up together against that very wall. We had fucked there, and somehow, after everything that had happened between us since then, I was standing on this same patio as his wife. I was married to him, the thought made something twist strangely inside me. This man had been haunting me for a long time maybe I just hadn't realized it until now but I had spent so much time focusing on our differences and all the ways he managed to get under my skin that I had never stopped to consider how deeply he had already worked his way into my life but now, with the

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.

"Have you ever seen a bloated corpse? Do you know what a crushed skull crawling with maggots looks like? I saw one from a distance once, and I had nightmares every night. I could barely drink water. But to get away from you, Wrenn spent every day around bodies like that! "Danny, I know you hated me for using my husband's sacrifice to pressure you into marrying my daughter. But if you didn't want to, you could've said so. If you didn't love her, you could've said so! Why keep another woman in your heart and still refuse to let my daughter go? "She had your child. She ran your whole household for years, and all of you looked down on her because she didn't have much education. Your entire famil

— “Because I’m your wife.” The words were simple, but they made him fall silent. Your wife. On the other side of his life was a woman who had told him only hours ago that she did not want his love or his promises. She only wanted him to acknowledge her existence—and the existence of their son. And here… Asiya was sitting in front of him as his wife, carrying his child and waiting for him to come home so they could have dinner together. A strange heaviness settled in his chest. Asiya noticed the change in his expression once again.

“I knew him. God, I didn’t know he was your husband. I knew he had a wife, but he never said your name. I figured there were reasons for that too.” “How well did you know him?” Nadia had taken a seat across from him, reclining in the brown leather chair with her slim legs crossed. Jake pointed at the poster on the wall behind her. Nadia looked at it with wide eyes, her breath hitching slightly. Her eyes met those of her dead husband and an unnamed emotion overtook her. Her eyes raked over the drummer behind Dan in the picture. His appearance suddenly dawned on her, she glanced from Jake to the poster.

I was sure he was not having any party or maybe he kept a family function from me again! I took a step forward when a woman with a foxy hairstyle, beaming with smiles, walked up to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, which he returned ON THE LIPS! I lowered my shoulders, disappointed, shuffled my feet towards him and said, " Happy Married life. " The lady beside him stopped me and said in a low pitched tone, " Not yet. " Woah! I was furious. Did this woman just secretly throw a shade at me? I turned to stare at Jesse. He was shocked, but he could not move from his spot. Rather, he behaved like he did not know me from Adam.