Romans & histoires The Wife Who Knew Everything

“Since when did she become your wife, Jack? Because the papers said so? You only needed her for revenge and your inheritance!” “Stop it, Anna,” he warned—anger heating beneath his icy glare. “What? She doesn’t know?” she snapped, eyes wild and throwing insult. “I know everything,” I said, stealing her attention and her hope in one breath. “And I know exactly who you were to my husband.” “And you’re stupid enough to stay,” she spat, standing up so abruptly her chair toppled backward with a loud crash, echoing through the entire restaurant. Heads turned. Conversations before a wave of mumurs buzzed around us.

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

The hug was firm, maternal, and completely unexpected. I froze for half a second, then I hugged her back. “Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted, a smile curling onto my lips. “How’re you doing?” When she pulled away, her eyes were shining. “My dear girl,” she said, and her voice had that warm, public warmth that politicians’ wives learn in their sleep. “What you did yesterday…” “That bravery. That composure. I watched the whole press and I told my husband, ‘That is how you face a room full of wolves and come out with your head high.’”

Yet, she made me sign the divorce papers and walk away with nothing. “If regret alone were enough, prisons would be empty. “Krystal, it was over between us the moment you decided to cheat. Stay away from me.” As I turned to leave, Krystal threw herself in my path. “Ray, do you honestly think you’re without fault here? Why didn’t you tell me that I’m the one who can’t conceive? Why did you hide the fact that you’re family to Greene Apex from me?” Krystal yelled at me angrily, “Had I known, I would’ve cheated on you!”

ANNOYING EX WIFE ALEXANDER I stared at the message for a long time wondering why and what she wanted to talk about. I hate to admit, but there was something about Elise that still unsettles me. Something deep inside me knew she knew something. She always knew something. That was her gift, collecting information, storing it and waiting for the precise moment to use it. I had learned that lesson the hard way over fifteen years of marriage. I set the phone down, picked it up again and set it down again.

She had just made me fall for her deeper and she had no idea. She excused herself from them right then and walked away. The man who had called himself her husband for years tried to go after her but was stopped by his real wife. Knowing who he was, in that moment I imagined the kind of freakish accidents I could make happen to them. But she was getting away. I pushed my body of the wall I was leaning on and pulled my hands out of my pocket. June stopped by an office that had her name on it, June Cross, head surgeon. My fucking girl.

The noise pulled a growing crowd, everyone drifting over to gawk. Across the room, satisfaction flickered briefly across Cassandra's face. She caught Julian's arm before he could cross toward the commotion, feigning worry. "What's going on over there? Is that... Eleanor?" The woman was carted off by ambulance, and a new headline hit trending status within the hour: WIFE ATTACKS MISTRESS ENDS UP KICKING HER INTO THE HOSPITAL. UNBELIEVABLE. The woman's name was Rachel Sparks. Dale Quinn's wife, and connected enough that her family carried real weight.

“I need an investigation done. On my husband, Andrew Evans. He’s the CEO of Evans Global Holdings.” “Go on.” “I suspect he’s having an affair,” I said. “I saw him with a woman on a local livestream a few days ago. I believe her name is Victoria Dell. She’s on the Kingsten academy school board. But there's a complication. Someone at my husband's company referred to her as Mrs. Evans. And yesterday, Victoria herself claimed that her husband is the CEO of Evans Global Holdings.” “I see,” George replied. “Send me everything you have. Photos, names, locations.”

Adrian stood in the wreckage of his living room, glass shards from his mother’s dropped drink glittering on the floor like tiny accusations. Catherine stared at the TV screen, then back at him. Her face had gone pale, then red. “Adrian.” Her voice was strange. Tight. “Tell me you knew.” He said nothing. “Tell me you knew your wife was an ASHFORD.” “I didn’t.” “You DIDN’T?” She laughed, sharp and bitter. “Nine years. Nine years she was in this house and you never thought to ask about her family?”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.