Novel & Cerita Trevor Tordjman Wife

The smugness on his face began to falter but just for a moment. “So, you admit it?” Tristan asked. “You admit to everyone that you’re having an affair with my wife?” “Yes,” Trevor replied, loud and clear. “Elaine and I were in a relationship. But I wouldn’t call that an affair, and I can prove it.” The crowd erupted. Their voices clashed as they threw accusations and questions. Tristan’s smirk returned. He seemed confident that he had Trevor cornered. But Trevor stood firm. He showed no sign of fear or hesitation. He hadn’t even played his hand yet. At least, that was how I interpreted his next action.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

My tone was as calm, as though I were talking about the weather. “Yes. Georgia and I have signed the divorce agreement. Since we’ve terminated our arranged marriage, the business ties between our families naturally come to an end as well. That’s how it works. You’re in business, so you should understand this.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line. It was so long that I thought the line had dropped. Then, I heard a heavy sigh as if she was releasing all the weight that had been weighing on her chest. “What a disaster!”

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

Was my grandfather actually serious when he wrote this? "The marriage cannot be annulled immediately after the transfer of ownership," Attorney Castillo continued. "The Board of Trustees will oversee the fulfillment of Don Alejandro's final wishes." That was enough. I pushed my chair back and stood. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoed loudly across the silent conference room. Every pair of eyes immediately turned toward me. "I refuse." My voice was cold and final. "I don't know who this Windy Guanzon is. And I have absolutely no intention of marrying a woman I've never even met."

I know he doesn't buy what I just said thank God I don't care. ******* As I make my way to the throne, a lady hold my hand. Her hand is warm and she gives a welcoming smile. "Hi, I am Tareem's wife, Tasha Darc. We met at your wedding" Tareem's wife? Oh! He left me at the altar to meet HER at the altar. I am not mad, I am just disappointed he made me make a fool of myself. "Oh hi. Sasha Vahemir" "Sasha Bahedia, you mean", she gives a silkily smile that washes away any anger I had from her earlier remark.

After hanging up the call, I watched the expression on Hendrick Twain's face shift from smug satisfaction to bewilderment. But the very next second, a laugh escaped him. "Jeffrey, who are you trying to fool? You're just a plastic surgeon! And you're thinking of bringing down the Grahm family, one of Provenia's elite families?" Indeed. I was technically just a plastic surgeon. But that was only because when I first met my wife, Winona Grahm, she was pretty much a nobody.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. She wouldn’t have felt a thing. See this here tattoo? This symbol blocks the mate bond. It allows me to live my life the way I see fit. Besides I needed that just as you did” “No. I didn’t need anything. I…” “Oh please. You and your sister rocked up here all tooty snooty. Your no fucking better than the rest of us. Fucking me just fucking grounded your uptight ass” “Who’s your wife?” “Sara” “You are fucking joking. Well, she isn’t going to help me now is she. Does she know her husband is a sleaze ball?” I went to say more when the back of Todd’s hand connected with my cheek, the force knocking me to the ground.

an overly excited blonde remarks while assessing me from head to toe. "Isn't she?" Tiffany agrees, placing a palm on my back. "Evy, this is Mrs. Karla Johnson. She's the wife of a renowned lawyer who handles most cases for millionaires across various states. And here, this is Mrs. Sandra Smith, the wife of Ambassador Dylan Smith. I believe you know him. And this is our dear Laura Webb. She's the wife of a banker highly sought after by high society." As she introduces us, the women come closer for a brief hug, with barely noticeable air kisses.

‘Avery Trent set to marry actress Jasmine Rodriguez’ Zoe stared at the television, mouth agape. Her husband was on the screen, dressed in suit kissing a woman that wasn’t her. Not that they had shared a kiss before, aside the meaningless one in the elevator the first day. But what the hell was that headline? Did Avery plan to marry another woman that wasn’t her? She remembered the name Jasmine had been said during her first meeting with his family but Avery said he had broken up with her already.