Victor Vescovo Wife Novels & Stories

Winter gazed at Damien blankly " However, I don't think we've met " " Pardon my rudeness " Damien stepped forward, he reached out a hand which Winter hesitantly took. He looked at me while they shook hands. My eyes were pleading with him to not do anything stupid, but Damien was nothing if not stubborn. " I am Damien West, A business partner, and Your Wife's Ex Husband "

But from what little Liam had told her, their relationship was far from amicable. As if sensing their presence, Victor turned, his eyes lighting up as he spotted them. A smile stretched across his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Liam! And the new bride,” Victor said, his voice rich and warm, though the tension in it was unmistakable. “How delightful to see you both.” Liam’s grip remained firm on Izzy’s arm as he offered a polite nod. “Uncle. It’s always a pleasure.” Victor’s gaze shifted to Izzy, and for a moment, she felt as though he was seeing right through her. “Isabella, is it? I must say, you’ve caused quite a stir. Marrying my nephew was quite the move.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

His gaze swept over me, then around the room, as if searching for evidence of the woman he had come to complain about. “I hear you’ve brought a stray into the house,” he said without greeting. His voice was icy cold and dangerous. “A divorced Rossi girl. Who’s now living under your roof and being paraded around Valentino Enterprises like she belongs there.” I walked to the bar cart and poured myself a drink. “Her name is Hazel. And she’s not a stray.” Victor’s laugh was short and cold. “She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?”

I sat down across from him without hesitation. “You really came alone,” Victor said with a smirk. “Brave or stupid. I haven’t decided yet.” I leaned back in my chair and looked him straight in the eyes. “Say what you came to say, Victor. I don’t have all day to waste on your games.” He laughed. “Straight to business as always. Okay, ex wife. You really have the guts to marry into that family. You’ll just end up like his mother did, dead or destroyed. The Frost men have a habit of ruining the women who get too close to them.”

"I've been in love with her for a long time. I was just waiting for the right time." Victor snorted. "Waiting for the right time? Or waiting for Diego to leave her?" "Victor," Julian said, his voice starting to tense. "I didn't come here to argue with you. I came to introduce my wife to the family." "Family? You think she's part of this family?" Victor laughed softly. "She's your own nephew's ex-wife. Nothing about this is normal." I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I held them back. I wouldn't cry in front of them. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"Please leave. I don't know you." "Damien, look at her," Adrian whispered, "I know that face. She was at the Reines Group charity gala in LA six months ago." His jaw pressed into a thin line. "What's Uncle's wife doing in your bed?" Damien went still. Which was somehow worse. Adrian knew that look. It was the same look Damien wore whenever Victor's name came up. "What did you just say?" "That's Victor Reines wife. She was standing right next to him when he announced the restructuring."

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.