Novel & Cerita The Wife Upstairs Ending Explained

Knowing the kind of nosy person she is, I already know that she wasn't going to rest until she got every detail about what Adrian and I talked about. "Come on, Amelia, what's with the suspense? Tell me what you guys talked about already," she said to me with an impatient tone, and with that I sighed heavily. "Mrs Nosy, we didn't talk about anything important; he told me about how he still considers me as a wife and bla-bla-bla," I said to Tessa, who widened her eyes in surprise. "He told you that he still considers you as his wife?" Tessa asked me with her two eyes opened widely like someone who just heard something shocking.

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

I struggled against his grip, my face twisted in frustration. Mark blinked, glancing at the woman beside him, then asked, "She's your wife?" "Sorry, Jason. We didn't know she was your wife," Kevin said with a smirk, spreading his hands. "Who are you?" The woman Mark was holding pushed her hair back, furrowing her brows as she regarded me. "Donna, you're asking me… Wait. Who are you?" Just as I was about to launch into a tirade, I was confronted by a stranger's face and gasped instinctively.

I flashed her a slow, terrifyingly brilliant smile, letting her see the sheer promise of the night written in my eyes, before I casually turned and followed my wife upstairs. Things had only gotten more interesting.

He entered his car and rushed home expecting his daughter to run into his arms and cry there but the whole mansion seems dry. The servants were going about their jobs with tensed faces and shaky hands. That was the moment he heard the screams and groans coming from upstairs. He had asked one of the servants what was going on and it was that servant who told him that the madam and the young mistress were yelling at each other, upstairs. He quickly ran upstairs to bring peace once again to his family but halted when he got to the door and heard the loud voice of his wife narrating a shocking story to their daughter. Her voice leaked out of the room.

“Tell me where my wife is.” I watched Rufford gulped as the light of the celebration slowly disappear into thin air. “Let’s just go upstairs, the festivity here will continue as I am still expecting some guest.” He said and went upstairs. I did not think of anything but just blindly followed him upstairs. I could hear his muffled breathing and I don’t know if that is a good thing. “So, where is my wife?” I asked. We were far enough in the event to be even heard by anyone.

Getting up from my seat I chuckled," I'm here to make my wife happy." As soon as these words left my lips, I could see the surprised faces of everyone present in the hall. Even Alex was in awe. I cared less about their expressions and walked out of the hall, heading directly upstairs to where Ana's bedroom was. Alex was following me like a watchguard. "Alex, don't follow me. This maid here will guide me to my wife's room, " I ordered and walked ahead. After arriving upstairs on the third floor, the maid stopped, looked back at me and said," Sir, the last room of this floor is young Miss's bedroom."

He suddenly took an intimidating step forward, "And what gives you the right to think you can tell me what to do?" The fear was rising, but she did all she could to quell it stuffing it down her chest, fortunately, her expression didn't betray her this time. "I'm your wife, and I just want to share a meal with you." Hearing her words, he suddenly scoffed, for a moment, he gazed searchingly into her eyes before he suddenly turned around with a shake of his head to climb up the stairs. Vivian took a few steps as if to follow him but then stopped herself, she could only gaze at his retreating back as he climbed up the stairs and disappeared from her sight as he turned down the hallway.

The wife was screaming for help, and the neighbors arrived to end the fight. Furious, the wife went to their rented room upstairs and packed up her things, then left her husband for good. The husband painfully watched his wife get into the car of the rich man and vanish from his world completely. He threw the flowers and chocolates on the ground and went back to his rented room alone.

Smith stated. I snickered arrogantly, “And you believe him?” I asked. “I just want to get the facts straight.” He replied. “How did he explain him being upstairs and my wife ending up bleeding all over the floor?” I asked. “That after your wife took too long to come back, he went to find her, and that's when the altercation started.” Smith replied as he followed me. I stopped suddenly and turned around to look at Smith. “What exactly are you doing here?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him.