Novel & Cerita The Wife Upstairs Ending Explained

She was shocked when the young lady won two honorable awards. Mrs. Bianca sighed and decided to go upstairs to her room to rest. She has a separate room from her husband's room, which is downstairs. Sometimes she sleeps in her husband's room, and other times she drags him upstairs to her room to sleep with her, as he doesn't like climbing the stairs and complains of kneecap pain, which she knows is a sign of him getting older.

Which I didn't bother acknowledging. “Where's my wife?” I asked coldly. “She’s still upstairs locked in her room.” She replied simply, not daring to meet my gaze. I swallowed the anger tightening in my chest and glared at her. “Have you given her anything to eat?” She shook her head. “No sir, I just sent some food upstairs not quite long. She hasn’t touched anything or even opened up even once.” A vein twitched in my arms. “You're dismissed.” I said, before turning to the stairs. Ignoring her completely.

She don't know why but her heart was saying something is coming toward her husband which is not good. When she was just about to open the door switching on the light's. The door opened by its own making her startle and she flinched on her place. "Sir, we found him... He is here", someone screamed. Her hands went up towards her nuptial chain and she looked at them with scared gaze who were looking at her and her husband with a hard look. And the main officer came upstairs with Farha running behind him. "Listen, inspector.. I'm telling you again you have been feed with wrong information. He has done nothing it was just a accident", she tried to make him understand but it seemed like he got dea

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

Mrs Helvig didn't know what he would think of her very passionate indirect confession of love for him while she defended his honour. "Unlike my husband, I do not think that you and my daughter are unacquainted although it is strange that she never once mentioned you. That ring on her finger, did you buy it?" Tynan blushed. Leave it to a mother to be so observant about the littlest things. He didn't know if Mr Helvig saw that ring on Laura's finger but it wouldn't surprise him if the man didn't notice it until Laura brought it up. He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration.

"If you can't win over her, then there's no use arguing. Everything will be decided by Grandpa. What's the use of arguing with her?" In other words, Nicole had no say in anything as well. At that moment, Karen could finally speak again. "That's right, we'll see what Grandpa has to say later." At that moment, the butler had just appeared and addressed the crowd. "The master has woken up. He's in a better state now. All of you may come upstairs." It was only then that the four Riddle brothers brought their families upstairs. In that huge room, Mr. Riddle Sr. was lying in bed while looking weak.

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi

But this time, it is as if he cannot see Natalia, as he just walks over her to go up to his room, and then he stops briefly at the kitchen entrance with a small, smug smile on his face. “I did say that you were an incompetent wife after all. Look at the dinner that you had worked hard to prepare. Better hurry before the house goes up on flames, because if it does, and you die,” He turns around to face her almost still form on the ground, her eyes looking up at him and her shoulders quaking. “then that would mean that you died out of neglect for your duties, you selfish, careless woman, and that all your nagging and moaning eventually turned out to be in vain.” He says with eyes that seemed t

Her hand froze mid-air before she slowly turned to me. “Wife? Ring?” Her voice was quieter now, confused. “You’re married?” I nodded. “Yeah.” She stared at me like I had just dropped a bomb on her. Mr. Johnson let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, he’s married. I was just about to tell you how he and his wife were flirting—” Before he could even finish, Vivian pushed back her chair and stood up abruptly. Without a word, she turned and walked away, heading upstairs.

I then hugged Callan, replaced my face on started crying Callan patted my head and he tried to calm me down, “It is over, my wife. It is over.” Immediately afterward, someone spoke from the black boxes in the room, “What a great show this was. It is certainly not over. Definitely not. Please move upstairs.” Callan shouted, “Bastard, I will kill you for killing my men and for hurting me and I will break your limbs for hurting Don Thoron.” Callan laughed, “Whoa, well, you should be very careful what to say next. Move upstairs. I am right here waiting.’ “It must be a trap. Husband, let us go back home.”