The Wife Upstairs Ending Explained Novels & Stories

Then the kissing started. Messy. Public. Disgustingly intimate. The dark-haired woman upstairs looked like someone had physically stabbed her. I sat forward slowly. Something felt wrong. Then she started walking toward the VIP section. Fast. Determined. I should’ve looked away. Should’ve minded my business. Instead, I watched everything. The confrontation. The shattered glass. The tears in her eyes. The rage. And the moment her husband chose the other woman over her. My jaw tightened hard. What kind of man humiliates his wife publicly like that?

The guards and staff quickly disappeared. The billionaire and his wife suddenly turned to each other. Right in front of me, they started kissing... deep, passionate, and completely possessive. Their hands roamed over each other as if I wasn’t even in the mansion. The wife broke the kiss just long enough to look at me with a cruel smile. “Bree, follow us upstairs.” I stared at them in shock. “Why would I follow you guys upstairs?” The next thing I knew, two guards grabbed my arms and started dragging me upstairs while the billionaire and his wife walked ahead, still touching each other.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

A mouse being blamed for a lion’s kill. Her voice was eerily calm. “That man did not kill my husband.” The assistant shifted. “But the police...” “The police,” she snapped, eyes finally turning sharp as glass, “are idiots.” Silence fell over the room. Mrs. Harrow rose from her chair, moving toward the television with slow, deliberate steps.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

The limousine came to a halt and a guard scurried to the door, pulling it open and I got out of the car, shrugging off my blazers and striding into the house. "ALBERTA!" I bellowed and the brunette came running at the sound of my voice. She scurried out of the kitchen and walked over to where I was, bowing her head in respect. I pinched the bridge of my nose, raking my fingers through my hair. "Where is my wife?" I asked her and she shifted backwards in fright at the sight of the death glare that marred my face. "She's upstairs, Mr. Gray." She answered, her head dropping to the floor.

"Why don't you go up to your daddy's room and tell him that mummy is here." My stomach drops to the floor. Her daddy? Does that mean she's his wife, and the little girl is their daughter? "Yes, mummy." The little girl says, and runs off past me to the stairs. I move to leave, not wanting to stay there a minute longer. The woman steps in my way. “Listen carefully, little whore. This is my house. Mine and Julian’s. He is my husband, and whatever happened upstairs doesn’t change that.” “I didn’t know he was married,” I say quietly.

Logan asked, “What’s happening here?” “Your wife did this to Cedric.” Logan sighed, “She won’t do that if Cedric didn’t do something to her.” “I saw everything, Cedric walked upstairs, and your wife pushed him away—the hard way!” Casey tried to defend Cedric. “Oh, I guess I’m the bad woman here now.” I clicked my tongue, and flipped my hair. “Sosh, this is not even worth my time.” I opened my bedroom’s door, and winked at Logan.

Jayden said and I nodded. "Come take a seat, darling." Bianca said and I say next to her, she started talking about her husband who went to Africa for saving lives, his husband is a retired doctor but chooses to still help the people in needs. "Nathaniel, Naze!" A woman yelled from upstairs, I stared the staircase which there was a woman, she was wearing a white dress that hugged her slim figure, she had long brown hair. She walked down the stairs with her hair behind flowing. She ran toward her husband who chuckled and held her tightly, she beckoned her son to come closer, they walked toward her and hugged. It was like a family hug, I didn't felt like this my place, that I didn't belong in