Romans & histoires The Wife Who Knew Everything

And the last few years on the run made them even closer. But my wife never really told me much about herself. She knew about her grandparents will, but never mentioned it to me. I could have gotten it when we got married. She must have known her father was a danger to her, but she never led me to believe she was afraid of her family. Now, I learned she was the Ghost. Of course, she wouldn’t share that with me either. Did she know she corresponded with me? Probably not. “Let’s get back to the business and our plan for tonight.” I had to focus on eliminating threats that lurked in the shadows of my wife’s life.

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.

“Something that whores like you can’t know. But a satisfied wife like me knows all the secrets of her husband.” She affirms, her eyes fixed on Ray the whole time. These are all annoying riddles! Freaking riddles are riling me up. What is this b*tch ranting about? What is this secret that is even scaring Ray like this? Some other dirt? Does she have some dirt on him too? What? What did he know? Did she catch him cheating? Another infidelity?

I asked. She took out another album and kept flipping through Carys’ photos. “I bet you took her explicit pictures when the two of you were together, didn’t you? Where did you keep them? I bet you keep them close, just like these.” Her blue eyes remained fixed on the photos. I snatched the other album from her as well. “I asked you something. Why are you here and how the hell did you know—” “Where you kept your secret treasure or where I found the keys or how I found them? Husband, I am your wife. I know everything about you. Everything you like, everything you crave and everything you hide. But I must say, I never knew my husband was such a professional photographer…”

“Something that whores like you can’t know. But a satisfied wife like me knows all the secrets of her husband.” She affirms, her eyes fixed on Ray the whole time. These are all annoying riddles! Freaking riddles are riling me up. What is this b*tch ranting about? What is this secret that is even scaring Ray like this? Some other dirt? Does she have some dirt on him too? What? What did he know? Did she catch him cheating? Another infidelity?

I was going to get to the bottom of this. It only took a day to hear her talking on the phone to one of her friends about it happening again and that she could come over on Friday to watch the tape. I couldn't believe that my loving wife would show someone else something like this. I made sure I was home when her best friend Clara came over. Clara was a recently divorced, absolutely beautiful strawberry blonde. I would give my left nut to have a crack at her. She was acting a little skittish and kept smirking at me but I ignored it. My wife took her to her sewing room to show her a new pattern supposedly. I went to my computer to listen in.

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

“Are you here to see his majesty?” “It’s none of your business,” I droned. She flashed me a cold smile. “I did some digging on your wife,” she breathed, and I froze. “You’ll be surprised to know how much info I found.” I schooled my expression, refusing to let her see that her words were getting to me. “Don’t you have something else to do? Are you really that bored?” I droned. She laughed. “You must be curious about what I discovered. Honey, she’s no good for you. She’s a murderer and a mutt. A cursed bi—”

The cold CEO and his scandalous wife. Elena sat alone in her room, scrolling through endless headlines. Every comment, every photo felt like another blade. Then her phone buzzed again—an unknown number. She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?” A woman’s voice whispered through static. “Poor Elena… caught in a game you don’t understand.” “Who is this?” “Someone who knows your husband far better than you ever will.” Her blood ran cold. “Vivienne Roth.” A soft laugh. “You’re learning.”

Cassandra It felt like I stopped breathing for a moment after hearing what Sebastian said. I stared at him, his eyes looking innocent and confused. Silence filled the room, and I was sure I wasn’t the only one who heard him. “Tell me… who are you?” Sebastian looked around. My body trembled as what he just said became clearer. I held his hand, unable to control myself, my voice trembling as it left my lips. “I… I’m Sandra, your wife.”