Wendy Choo Husband Novels & Stories

she asked, surprised. I smirked. "We reconnected recently because of the project, and he went out of his way to have my assistant pass on the message." Tonya clicked her tongue in annoyance and jumped right in, "It's obvious as daylight what he's after. But why won't he just disappear already? What does he think you are, his backup plan? Honestly, it's disgusting. "Did you hear why those two divorced? Turns out Wendy had Shawn wrapped around her little finger. She'd already been married abroad to some wealthy guy. When she couldn't win any money from a lawsuit with her stepson, she came back here to Chilia.

A momentary pause later, he turned the room's attention to me. "And that someone is my wife, Wendy Jefferson! Not only did she throw a tantrum at the company's celebration party, she also, before the public eye, pushed and harmed a pregnant employee, Rochelle Wood! To call her actions dastardly is an understatement!"

Jade asked. "Wendy and her husband live in a gated community. We had a look at the security tape from the night before." He was pretty sure those moments crammed into the security booth with her were the bedrock of this thing between them. Or maybe he'd been a goner from the moment she walked into the police station. "But not Bliss?" Jade's gaze narrowed. "No. Wendy's husband, Grayson, is rich. Her family isn't. Bliss lives in an apartment complex about ten minutes away."

He opened the app and his blood went cold. Elite Gossip had posted a photo of him and Vanessa. The one his mother had forced them to take last week in his living room. The caption read: BREAKING: Tech CEO Adrian Westbrook to marry former secretary Vanessa Chen. Sources say the wedding will take place in three weeks at an exclusive venue. The comments were already flooding in. Hundreds of them. Strangers were congratulating him. Strangers calling him out for moving on so fast. Strangers speculating about whether he’d cheated on Kira.

The corner of Alex's lips curls up in a smirk as she as reclines on the chair, and stares up at her brother being all dramatic. Wendy feels her heart tighten in pain at her last words, as the realization hits her hard that her husband is still in love with his so-called ex-lover. Has she always been the second choice all these while? "Just fucking wait for his reply before you conclude," Her subconscious mind screams at her, and she gulps down nothing nervously as she stares at them. As much as she is curious to know what his reply would be, noticing the silence that ensues over there, she's also scared of learning the truth. What if he confesses to still being in love with her? What will be