Novel & Cerita Trevor Tordjman Wife

"Wife? How about you? You have a wife, but you're having sex with someone else! I think that's disgusting!" "Wait, Trevor... don't tell me that she is your wife?" Ernest asked. "Exactly, man! This woman is my wife! And if you hadn't posted a picture on I*******m, I wouldn't have known you were there. Being together and having fun while we're in Fairbanks worrying every day!"

Reluctantly, he relented, muttering, "You're such a tease. Go lie down; I'll be there soon." I nodded demurely, fixing my disheveled attire. Before leaving, I reminded him, "Don't forget to finish up the soup—it's good for your health." He chuckled softly. "Alright." Back in the bedroom, I reactivated the surveillance. As expected, Cassidy's video call popped up again, her voice tinged with a pout. "Trevor, why'd you hang up on me earlier? Were you with your wife?" Trevor raised a brow, smirking faintly. "She is my wife, and this is my house. Isn't it normal for me to see her? What's this? Jealousy?"

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

They tried to revive her lost soul, but it was long gone. During that challenging period, she met Sarah. Even though she was not often responsive to her medication, she at least listened to the young nurse who had been nothing but a good companion in her dark times. Sarah was aware of Eliana’s depression. Of course, she was. She was the messenger who delivered pieces of information about her ex-husband to her. But there was one piece of news she would never deliver, which was his marriage to another woman. She didn’t dare. “Eliana, you must have your medicine; otherwise, your child won’t…”

Travis asked as soon as they were out of the door. “I don’t know Dr. Athena yet, but for Liora, man, she sounds really smart. When did she get that smart?” Felix asked, his eyes drawn in curiosity. Travis nodded, his eyes fixed on the lecture room door. His heart had skipped at some point in the lecture, his eyes glued to only her as she spoke. He had been fascinated by her. “So my ex-wife is a famous doctor.” Travis muttered under his breath. He had many things he needed information on, but from what he could see, he was getting interested.

A bright smile curled at the corner of my lips. He hesitated, and finally. “Fine,” he pulled out his phone. My phone buzzed. 600 million. Already in my account. Selena was finished. She ran toward me, shouting my name, completely unaware of what had just happened. “Hey, Lysandra! Didn’t expect you to come and make a scene tonight at my birthday!” I turned slowly to her. “I’m making it more interesting,” I said, and walked past her. Victor opened his mouth to address the media, flustered. “Lysandra is my wife!” he shouted, eyes wide as cameras focused on him. “There is no mistress!”

Shantelle could tell they were either clients or new investors, judging by their custom-made suits, expensive jewelry, and watches. "This is my beautiful wife and the mother of my son, Doctor Shant. She is the lead surgeon of Saint Dominique's Heart and Lung Center," Evan proudly introduced, after pecking Shantelle's lips. "What a beautiful wife you have, Mister Thompson. No wonder you threw out Miss Cartera earlier," an older man said before he and the rest of his companions laughed.

Subject: Lena Torres Current Status: Pregnant (claimed) Key Findings: Lena Torres has been in a committed relationship with Stephan Moreau for twelve years. They met in college and have maintained a long-distance but steady partnership. Stephan works as a mid-level finance executive in New York. They keep their relationship extremely private — no social media posts, no public appearances together. However, phone records, shared financial accounts, and travel logs show consistent contact and frequent visits.

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

Katherine Isobelle is Preston’s sister. They lost both of their parents because of an accident when they were young. Katherine Isobelle was a photographer. She used to work in New Zealand. Katherine Isobelle was married and she has a son. She signed the divorce papers but according to Preston, they are still married, because the divorce didn't push through. She has Belle’s DNA and that means they are the same person. Even after knowing all these facts, Hyacinth still couldn’t fully process everything that happened. A lot doesn't make sense. If it would, no one but her could make sense of it all but until she gets her memory back, it would be impossible.