Romans & histoires Unveiled Wife Books

Athena voiced sheepishly while wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I heard the current CEO of the Campbell Corporation is really handsome. He recently broke his engagement with Eleana Davis, the only heiress of Davis Corporation and got engaged to her cousin Natasha Davis." Marie, the gossip girl brought out another very useful gossip from her gossip box "Tsk! I can't believe he left a woman like Eleana Davis for Natasha. Men and their choices!" Lizzy tsked with a disappointed voice. "Exactly. Men are so dumb." Alice huffed while sending a side glare toward Noel's direction making Ivan choke on his water. Noel who was oblivious to Alice's glare chuckled.

My book selections was rather kinky and bondage I had a thing for those type of books. 'Oh don't worry sweetie, don't get shy now you like reading these books I do too but shh we don't want my husband to find out.' she gives me a mischievous smile. She then looks at my hand and her face instantly lit up. 'Oh you are married too, I don't know why you remind me so much of myself when I was younger.' 'Oh my look at my rambling I'm just taking up your time.' she then scanned my books and started bagging them.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

She couldn’t hear Mara’s response anymore. Couldn’t hear anything. Her chest felt strangely hollow. As though seven years of marriage… Seven years of trying… Had suddenly become meaningless. Quietly, she turned around and walked back upstairs. Inside the bedroom sat two unopened gift boxes. One for Elowen. One for Lucien. She stared at them silently. Then, one by one She placed them back inside her suitcase. By noon, Alina found herself standing outside a familiar restaurant. The same restaurant Lucien once brought her to after their wedding.

Are you ready to consider representation? I closed the app quickly, as if the words might escape and reveal me. Evelyn Langford, celebrated interior designer and soon-to-be ex-wife of Khalid Voss, was not ready for the world to know she had written such an intimate, unflinching story. Not while we were still navigating this fragile trial separation. Not while Khalid was recovering from his health scare. Not while the media still feasted on the drama of my award night walk-away. And yet… part of me felt alive in a way I hadn’t in years. The woman who had disappeared into her husband’s empire was speaking through the pages. Loudly. Unapologetically.

Her name and photo were side by side with his—“CEO Colden Frost caught with another woman just days after marriage.” Her pulse echoed in her ears. Betrayal wasn’t new. But humiliation—this public humiliation—burned differently. The world wasn’t mocking him. It was mocking her. The unwanted wife. The poor girl who married into gold and got discarded within a week. Her hand trembled as she scrolled through the article. Every picture felt like a knife. Colden, sitting cold and distant, the woman on his lap, leaning close. His expression unreadable. To the world, it looked intimate. To her, it looked like confirmation—confirmation that no matter how rich, powerful, or composed a man looked, they

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

“But why don’t I, your wife, get that same treatment?” The room exploded into frantic whispers. Necks craned and eyes darted between the three of them. Elena soaked it in, chin held high. “Since we’re doing introductions: I am Elena Jeffery, Anthony’s wife. And that woman over there? She's just the mistress.” Standing off to the side, Becky didn't hide her triumph; a slow, dark smile spread across her lips.

"Not when it came to you." The words hung between us, heavy with meaning I wasn't ready to unpack. "Where are you?" I asked. "Outside the restaurant. Watching your husband have dinner with another woman while you sit alone." A pause. "Come see for yourself, Aria. Stop letting him make you invisible." I looked at the files one more time, then at my wedding ring, a platinum band that had never felt like anything but a shackle. "Send me the address," I said.