The Winemaker's Wife Novels & Stories

“And Mira?” “Yes?” “Don’t go into my study again.” The air cracked between us. I held his gaze. “Of course not.” He nodded once, then left. But of course I would. Because time was running out. And soon, the line between wife and weapon would blur too far to reverse. Later that afternoon, I took the garden tour with the housekeeper- an older woman who had introduced herself to me as Elise- a woman who smiled too much and spoke too little.

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.

We went to our table, the girl was right behind us. " Mr Black can I get you a bottle of wine? We have two best white house wine in the whole city." She said with a smile and batted her eyelashes at my husband again. I think that I am going to have to carry a stick to beat off the women trying to get to him. " Actually, my wife is more of champagne woman, we will have the best bottle you have got. " He said. " Anything else I can do for you? We aim to please." She said. Somehow it didn't feel like she was talking about the drinks anymore.

Leonard Reed, head of a multimedia conglomerate, was the owner of those dark eyes. "Is that Crusher's wife?" he asked his assistant as soon as they walked in. "Yes. She’s much younger than him. They got married not long ago." Reed knew all the gossip and rumors that had been circulating for months—his wife, Alice, had made sure to keep him informed of everything she heard. A younger woman, beautiful, a university student, and an opportunist. But seeing her in person was an entirely different experience. There was something strangely familiar about her, though he couldn’t quite place why. Maybe he had seen her at another event before, but he couldn’t remember.

From across the room, Isabelle observed with eagle eyes, noting every small mistake—a forgotten name, a misstep about a wine region, a comment about flavor that revealed my lack of expertise. Despite my nerves, I gradually began to relax with Christian at my side. He was attentive, always ready to rescue me when a conversation veered too technical, and he seemed genuinely proud to introduce me as his wife. We were speaking with an elderly couple who owned a neighboring winery when a stir at the entrance drew everyone's attention. "Christian!" A young woman with long dark hair and wide eyes darted into the hall, ignoring the formal setting entirely. She couldn't have been more than her early

We walk over to the counter, make the payment, and hop into our different cars; Maria joins Lily, while Stacy and Alice join me. The winery is in the down part of the city, and it is surrounded by rich vegetation; the woman in charge is the nicest fellow I have ever met. For the cake, the man is a little grumpy but still tolerable. The wine tasting and cake tasting are over the top. I'm sure I have tasted enough that I won't have to taste any at my wedding; I should be careful not to turn to candy woman. "Next to the hall!" My Maria shouts and starts running towards Lily's car.

As we approached the winery with the cute pig logo, an older woman with a broad, happy smile stood up from her chair behind the table. “Happy afternoon, ladies. Welcome to The Cunning Ham, where the wine tastes good and is also a lot of fun.” The woman stuck her hand out and we both shook it. “I might need to work on that elevator pitch.” I liked this woman already. “I’m Isabel and this is my bestie Ashley.” I formally introduced us as Ashley perused the wine offerings on the table. “And I’m Pam. Are you a wine lover?” I blushed. “Can I be honest, Pam?”

The atmosphere was pretty lively; all sorts of pastries and finger food could be seen lined at the sides. After taking two glasses of red wine from a server, Martha took one and handed the other to Adeline. She pointed to a lady in a purple gown in front of them and said to Adeline, "That woman there is the wife of a company owner. The lady next to her is her daughter."

I questioned coldly, knowing that Ann’s loyalty was unshakeable, especially after the disappointment that her husband had become. They wanted more for themselves and truthfully, they were nothing more than leeches, looking to improve their lot in life by opening their legs or ass-kissing their way to the top. But, that was to be expected of those without any noble blood in their veins. Some of them were no better than animals. “The wine selected is quite a rare vintage, my lady,” Viola continued with a furtive glance to the side to make sure no one else was listening in our conversation. “We suggest using the accompaniment that you were given by my mother earlier.”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.