Romans & histoires The Wife Who Knew Everything

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

George smiled, "My wife had murdered a person. My wife ran away from me. My wife was kidnapped. My wife is missing for six months. I am searching madly for my wife. What do you think? What could be my mental status?" Jenny's eyes widened. She thought that she had removed every proof. How did this man know about this? She spoke, "H... How do you know that?" "What I know?" "That... That I killed him?" George smiled, "Jenny, you can't fool me." Jenny didn't know what to do. George said, "Now come with me. I have to TALK A LOT." Jenny asked, "Do you want to send me to the police station?" George smiled, "I won't harm my wife!"

She meant not telling all about her marital information and she didn't expect thaf her boss is actually on a the same situation like hers! She don't know her husband too and it's been five years already since she got married to a stranger listed in the marriage contract where she signed. "B-But how come... you don't know your own wife, Sir?" She's stuttering while asking. Unknowingly, she's feeling nervous. "How were you able to held a wedding without meeting her in the first place? Sir, this isn't a good topic to joke, you know." She forced herself to laugh. This is to cover her nervousness to resurface. She's afraid, she could get her boss' attention.

“Wait…” She looked back, reluctant. Her festures tight as if she wanted to be done with this conversation. And me. “I’m his wife,” I said, softer now, trying to gain her to my side, “And if I’m going to live here… don’t you think I deserve to know more about my husband?” “If you’re hoping I’ll tell you what happened between the two of you,” She said with a sigh, “I won’t. Because I don’t know. All I know is what everyone else knows.”

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

For this you have to watch your back anywhere you find yourself. My fingers went numb. The words were precise, like a blade that had practiced its cut. “Who are you?” I managed to ask, my voice a dry thread. She answered with the kind of simple, devastating statement that rearranges a life. “I’m Jack’s wife.” The world tilted. Jack had never told me. He had never breathed a single word about a woman whose grief could turn into a threat. The knowledge felt like a slap and a confession at once—proof of my own ignorance, proof of the secret places Jack had kept.

“You know everything about me, but you’re not letting me know you. That’s not a fair deal.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his voice a quiet challenge. “Fair deals are for strangers. You’re my wife.” I scoffed, trying to hide the strange shiver his words sent down my spine. “We barely know each other.” “That’s what you think,” he murmured, eyes glinting in the low light. “I know the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous. I know you like your tea too hot to drink. I know you avoid the number thirteen. I know what songs you skip. I know you’d rather stay up all night than wake up early. I know you think you hide your anger well, but you don’t.”

I tilted my head, feigning innocence, my voice laced with mock curiosity, “Oh, what? Did I say something wrong? Isn’t that what they call you?” Her nostrils flared, “How dare you…” “Oh, please.” I cut in smoothly, stepping closer until our gazes locked, “Don’t act like it’s a secret. The whole world knows how you went from being someone’s side dish to someone’s wife. You practically made headlines for it. Even the ‘country bumpkins’ whom you do hate all talking about you like you're trash, which you are by the way. Who doesn't know about the woman who almost killed the first wife, Mrs Williams multiple times by poisoning, car accidents, you even sent thugs to defile her. She got injured in t

His mother couldn’t possibly… “A woman knows when her husband is cheating on her, Ajax!” she said with more tears racing down her cheeks, lifting her head and nervously playing with the sleeve of her top. “No matter how careful a man is, no matter how sharp he thinks of himself, the wife always knows. In her heart, she always knows.” Ajax sagged back in his own chair, his upper lip curling with dark hate. “Did you also know about those…”