Novel & Cerita What Happened To Dantdm's Wife

I stared at her. "You came all the way here for this?" "You called him." "I—" "He seemed very concerned." Her eyes widened. "You think that's what matters right now?" My chest burned. "I think my wife calling another man before her husband matters." For several seconds she simply stared at me and I watched the light in her eyes slowly go out. "I almost died today, Damien." Her voice trembled. "And this is what you came here to ask me?" The words struck me but my pride had the better of me. The machines continued their steady beeping as we fell silent.

The screams and shouts were interspersed with the sounds of people slamming their hands on the table and glasses shattering. It all came together in a deafening roar. My wife, Whitney Stuart, shoved Zach Green, her assistant, away hard. Her face turned deathly pale for a split second before turning red with fury. She pointed at me, her finger trembling. "Simon Lockwood! What the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you cheat on me right to my face? Let go of her! Let her go right now!" Zach looked just as shocked and infuriated. Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight.

"Julia, be mindful of what you say." He then turned to face Dario. "Don Verdant, your wife was unconscious for three days. Why did you only come now?" Dario's lips twitched a little. "Mr. Anderson, thank you for taking care of her these past few days. But now that I'm here, you can leave." Caleb neither argued nor reacted. He simply nodded at Daisy before leaving the ward. Once Caleb was gone, Dario wrapped an arm around Julia and left as well. The ward fell completely silent.

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

“For years, my name wasn’t part of Damon Thorne’s story. I was erased from the picture by design” The room quieted. “What most people don’t know,” she continued, “is that I was Damon’s wife long before the cameras ever found him. Before the headlines. Before the scandals. We had a son. A family. And then… everything was taken from us”. She paused, steadying her breath. “There was an accident. A carefully planned one. Damon lost his memory. And those responsible used that moment to write me and our son out of his life. Celeste Whitmore was placed at his side. A woman chosen not by fate or love, but by legacy. By manipulation”.

He lunged forward like a wounded animal, roaring, "Elara, get over here! You are my wife!" But Liam was faster. The man who seemed so gentle was suddenly a wall of steel in front of me. His voice was still polite, but it held an unquestionable authority. "Mr. Moretti, please, compose yourself. This is a public place." "Get out of my way!" Dante's eyes were bloodshot. "I'm taking my wife home!" "As I understand it," Liam said, his tone even, "Miss Romano is no longer your wife. She is a free woman, with the right to choose her own life."

he said before quietly slipping out. Grandma took a shaky breath. “Dante, this is your wife, Edith. You don’t remember her either?” My eyes flew open wider. I stared at Grandma, waiting for her to laugh, to say she was kidding, to say anything that would make sense, but she didn’t. “I am not in the mood for any silly jokes,” I snapped, voice cracking under the weight of everything unraveling in my mind. “Who the hell is she?” Both Grandma and Edith flinched. Edith set the grocery bag down with trembling hands. “Your wife,” she said softly. “Dante, we got married last year.”

I was staring at the text. Forty minutes. In between emails, the Mercer file and the seventeen things on my list, I kept coming back to it like the words were going to change. Mr. Carter. My name is Lena Cole. Damien’s wife. I think it’s time we met. His wife. Damien Cole had a wife. Separated, he’d said. Three years. Paperwork not finalised. Complicated. I turned that word over in my head. Complicated.

Chapter Fifty Three - Care Tori's POV I furrowed my brows in confusion, Gracie must have noticed the confusion written on my face because I had left her stretched out hands hanging in the air, my focus was on the frame. "Oh, you must know him. He is very famous." Gracie said dropping the tray of cookies on the center table. She paused to sigh heavily before continuing. "That is Dante. He used to be my husband until we got a divorce of recents." She blurted out. I turned around to gaze at her with my eyes wide open in shock.

Max puts his arm around me, and I lean into him. “Yes, I didn’t know you were such a dancer. I knew you were good with numbers but didn’t know you could count rhythm,” Allen says. I gesture to Max, “Allen, do you know my husband, Maxwell?” “We’ve met,” Allen says sharply. Smiling, Allen says, “I heard rumors you got married, but I didn’t put together it was Max.” I place my hand on Max, “He swept me off my feet.” Daniel approaches us. I feel Max tense under my hand. In a hiss Daniel asks, “What did you do?”