Novel & Cerita Watch Familiar Wife

’ ‘It could have been my wife too,’ the inspector sighed and looked over his shoulder to check his wife’s presence. Inspector Rashid was quite wary of his wife. Mrs Rashid took full advantage of the fact that their house was separated from their neighbours by a fence and not a wall. She would spend hours, craning her neck over the fence for gossip. Then she would relay this information to a greedy ear on another part of the fence. Moreover, she felt like a detective herself, specializing in solving (in some cases starting) post-marital affairs. She had a keen interest in the cases her husband worked on, and whatever he told her about it became the common knowledge of the entire town within m

I said immediately as I answered the call. “I do,” Don replied, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Hospitals are very talkative when you know where to listen.” “They staged it,” I said. “This wasn’t her.” “No,” he agreed. “It wasn’t.” I waited. Don never spoke unless there was more. “You’re not the only one who’s been watched lately,” he continued. “Your wife’s name has started appearing in places it shouldn’t.” My grip tightened on the phone. “Do not let her see you,” I said. “Ever. You stay invisible.”

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

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.

"Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were." As she cried and shouted, she had banged her head against the cold entrance door, producing dull thuds. She had indeed looked like a pitiful woman abandoned by the whole world. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes how brightly she had smiled in Kyle's arms, I might have believed her. I had not gone downstairs. I had simply calmly dialed the security guard’s office. "Hello, someone is causing a disturbance downsta

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more. And then it hits me. My Husband and my Bestfriend cheated on me. I try to compose myself, but it didn't do me good. My legs are a bit wobbly beneath me, and I'm in a state of shock. I can't think straight. "I already talked to the babysitter named Dalia. She said that Mr. Fernan and Ms. Jamie live in the rest house this morning in a hurry. And we need to investigate more." I feel a light pat on my shoulder. It's SPO1 Buenaventura. He's trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry."