The Wife He Never Knew Novels & Stories

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Remembered telling him to come back. Remembered believing he would. Then— nothing. Years of nothing. Her eyes opened. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I hate this." Claire didn't move. "I hate that everyone knows something about him except me." Her voice shook. "I hate that people keep telling me he knew things about me." She clenched her fists. "I was his wife." The last sentence came out almost like a cry. "If he knew something was wrong with me, why didn't he tell me?"

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

His fingers sink inside me, finding my clit, rolling it hard as I grind against him. We break with our release, collapsing in sweat and breath. My body sprawls across his chest, unbound. I whisper, quiet. “Where’s your wife?” The air stills. He’s silent for a long time before answering. “I never had one. She was just a wife of convenience. Papers signed. Nothing more. You were the only one I wanted.” My breath snags. My lips part. The words gut me in half. Twisted irony. He was never hers and was always mine.

And the last few years on the run made them even closer. But my wife never really told me much about herself. She knew about her grandparents will, but never mentioned it to me. I could have gotten it when we got married. She must have known her father was a danger to her, but she never led me to believe she was afraid of her family. Now, I learned she was the Ghost. Of course, she wouldn’t share that with me either. Did she know she corresponded with me? Probably not. “Let’s get back to the business and our plan for tonight.” I had to focus on eliminating threats that lurked in the shadows of my wife’s life.

It was grand, it was flashy, it was famous but that was it. On the night when they were supposed to consummate their marriage, He was there in his study, researching some cures for his patients and projects. He never glances at his newly wedded wife once when she comes to call him to bed. The marriage has been a mistake at the very beginning, and now, Julian realises it has become a deadly trap She can never get out of.

She had been staring at it for ten minutes, her thumb hovering over the connect button, unable to make the call. How did you begin a conversation like this? Hi, Mum. By the way, I got married six weeks ago to a billionaire who sees our family as a business risk. The thought was so absurd it was almost funny. Almost. Downstairs, she could hear the low murmur of the television in the living room. Rowan was already there, dressed for the day, a cup of coffee in his hand, his attention fixed on some financial news channel. He hadn't spoken to her again after leaving her room. He hadn't needed to. His instructions had been clear. See that you do. And now she was here, about to do his dirty work,

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

He stayed in the quiet house, letting the truth settle into the places he had spent years avoiding. that she had not just been a stranger who signed a contract. She had been a woman who walked into something she didn't fully understand because she loved her family enough to sacrifice herself for them. And she had been walking inside something even larger than that. Something connected to his family. To his father. To a street and a deal and a decision made years before she was ever in this house. She doesn't know what she's living inside. He pressed both hands flat against his knees. He had to fix this,Not manage it. Fix it.

"I really know I was wrong! After you left, I reviewed the villa's hidden security footage. It wasn't you who knocked over the wine rack. She cut herself to get sympathy! I was blind to be played by her schemes. It's all my fault. Punish me however you want, just don't punish me by marrying someone else!" "We were together for seven whole years. You were with me through the life-or-death struggles of my startup. We swore to be each other's one and only. Have you really forgotten everything?" At that, I nodded heavily. "Yes, let's just say I forgot. I was the one whose heart changed first, is that okay? Think whatever you want." "As you can see, I'm married now. I told you we were over. There