Novel & Cerita What Is William Afton's Wife's Name

And by what he did right now, it just gave me confirmation that he is into her. I am William's wife. I hold his surname. We have a daughter to take care of. But regardless of everything, he never treated me as the only woman in his life. He never treated me as his legal wife. Now, can he blame me for being rude to Vienna if I already knew that, that woman's presence would be a threat to our relationship? Vienna Alonzo is a threat to our family! And threats should be removed as soon as possible before it brings disaster to the people that surround me.

“Everyone knows that I, Shea Wilde, gave birth to Neil Ryans. This is my husband, William Ryans. “Indeed, I did not believe in marriage, but when love comes knocking, who am I to refuse?!” At that moment, William strode over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Previously, before time turned back, this incident had caused quite a stir. Some said that ungrateful piece of trash had wronged me, and that he was using Ryan’s family’s influence to his advantage. He even went as far as to want to scatter my ashes into the sea. William had stepped forward with the Business Union to retrieve my ashes for burial. Back then, I was just a lowly clerk at the union. I had met William several times.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"

That poor kid, having a father like this. [He actually showed up to their family dinner and made a scene. Serves him right!] [They should've gone harder on him!] - My phone rang. "Mr. Brooks, I'm sorry. Your mother saw the video and went into cardiac arrest. She passed away a few minutes ago." The phone slipped from my hand. Everything inside me went quiet. They dragged me out like I meant nothing. From outside, I watched Olivia move through the room, calm and composed, playing her part perfectly.

Didn't expect Talia to drop a bomb like that on our anniversary. I slammed the door and tore off, pedal down, straight to Cresthaven Hotel. "Call Talia Sweeney down. I need her." The receptionist didn't even look up. She pointed to the side. "Fill out a form if you're here for business. Ms. Sweeney isn't seeing anyone right now." "I'm her husband. Tell her to come down. Five minutes." That got her attention.

Julian's POV When my wife, Monica Jackson, said those words, I finally raised my head to look at her. We'd dated for four years and been married for five. We'd shared the best years of our youth. I never expected that things between us would end up like this. I curled my lips into a bitter smile. But Monica, acting as if she didn't see it, asked darkly, "I'll give you one last chance. Where is Billy?" I wanted to sneer at her. But my one moment of willfulness had already dragged my entire family down with me.

Mimi’s gaze held a depth that Sophia’s calculating eyes could never match. The next two days passed in a haze of meetings, final fittings, and suffocating family dinners. William endured the constant, oppressive scrutiny of his mother, Mrs. Evelyn Williams, who drilled him relentlessly on the guest list and the societal significance of the impending union. His mother had never approved of a woman easily, and Sophia had been a rare, successful consensus. Mrs. Williams’s approval was a heavy burden, a weight that reminded him why he couldn’t fail, why this marriage was non negotiable.

He wanted to know why he shouldn’t look for Laura’s family, though it was meaningless because as soon as he left the room, he would head straight to Willow Town. "She didn’t want any of her family members to know where she was," Mr. Carter said with a tired voice. He could feel a headache building up. His late wife Laura had made him promise never to tell anyone where she came from or even her maiden name. She was running away from her family. Many years ago, when Laura was nineteen years old, she got pregnant by her boyfriend, Jeffrey Rowland, who was the same age as her. She and Jeffrey met when he came to Willow Town, which was her hometown, as a tourist with Richard Rowland.