Novel & Cerita The Wife Upstairs Ending Explained

"Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were." As she cried and shouted, she had banged her head against the cold entrance door, producing dull thuds. She had indeed looked like a pitiful woman abandoned by the whole world. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes how brightly she had smiled in Kyle's arms, I might have believed her. I had not gone downstairs. I had simply calmly dialed the security guard’s office. "Hello, someone is causing a disturbance downsta

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

I exclaimed with pride, "is our house." "Go to your room and talk instead," my wife's father said. "Talk to each other." Without pausing, Claire quickly turned on her heel, fixed her determined gaze ahead, and took a purposeful step toward the looming stairs. Curious and confused, I followed Claire up the stairs as she was supposed to. -

“The police say they’re coming.” “Is there anything sturdy I can stand on? Something that won’t tip?” “Let me see.” She disappeared and came back with a small wooden table. “Will this work?” “Yes. Thank you.” “Do you know the man who lives upstairs?” she asked as I stepped up onto the table. “I do. He’s my wife’s ex.” Now I was high enough. My hands closed around Thomas’s ankles. “Oh… oh, my goodness. Is that your little boy?”

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ I watched her walk up the winding stairs, the hem of her sundress teasing me with every dainty step. I leaned back almost unconsciously and let my eyes follow the long length of her pretty legs until she disappeared. My lips curved. If I didn’t know what she was sneaking off to do, I’d have followed her and dragged her into the nearest wall to remind her who she belonged to. But I knew. My lovely wife was going upstairs to oversee the auction of her hotel, blissfully unaware that I was one of the players waiting to claim it.

“From what, Gabriel? From the truth? From knowing I’ve been sleeping next to a man who goes home to someone else when I’m not looking?” He reached for her hand. She jerked away like he’d burned her. “Don’t,” she said. “Just don’t.” He sighed. “I was going to tell you. I just... didn’t know how.” “You had two years.” Gabriel fell silent. Celina’s voice dropped to a whisper, eyes shimmering. “So tell me now. Tell me the truth.” He looked up at her—something unreadable behind his eyes. “Who is your real wife, Gabriel?”

We were both completely free. "We did it, Caleb," I whisper. "The past is gone." Upstairs, Liz’s loud laughter echoes down the stairwell as Eli’s deep voice joins hers, their combined joy filling the old brick loft building from the foundation to the roof, signaling the arrival of our happily ever after. Author's Note: Author's Note: Please take 10 seconds to leave a 5-star review below and add this book to your library to support my daily update schedule! Only ONE chapter left to go! 💖👇

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av