What Is William Afton's Wife's Name Novels & Stories

At first, after hearing such things, Arthur thought that maybe his wife was alive, and Anastasia William heard all this from his wife, which is why she is so angry with him. Although he knew that his wife had died five years ago, he started investigating this matter with a false hope in his mind, and after investigating, he found that there was no relationship between her and his wife. Anastasia William has never been to America and his wife has never gone anywhere outside America, so it is absolutely impossible for them to have any relationship. But a person never believes the news in the newspaper and convicts someone with such confidence as Anastasia William is repeatedly doing to him.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

King Thorax smiled. “They are right, we had alot of ups and downs with William Afton and same goes with the Afton Family and Henry. Michael had family with Noah aka Ennard, Evan, Charlotte Emily, Cassidy & Henry Emily. They hated William Afton but that was thrown out the window when you came, Great Uncle.” said Susie. “So that means all grudges and rivalries ceased when I arrived.” I said with an amazed tone, I looked at Michael “Mike, where's Noah?” I asked him. Noah came out of Michael Afton’s wound, “I’m here Arnold” said Noah “is Michael pregnant?” I asked Noah “I didn’t asked him prior to your arrival” Noah explained “oh okay” I said with a surprised tone “to answer your question protec

Inside, whispers followed them, like a leech. William walked straight to the center of the room, stopping in front of the board directors, shareholders, old business allies. He looked at them all. “Ladies and gentlemen, meet my wife.” There was Gasps,murmurs, whispers and stare.l Kate felt the heat rushing to her face. One of the board members blinked. “Your… wife?” “Yes,” William said steadily. “We’ve kept it private. For personal reasons. But it’s time to change that.” An older woman stepped forward. William’s mother. Her lips were tight. Her eyes are sharp.

" Can I meet her now, Aunt?" " No. William locked the door of his bedroom. Nobody is allowed to go in. Also don't worry about her. William doesn't like her at all. So it's your chance. You know what I mean, right?" She smirks... " I understand " She smiles confidently... " Where is William now?" " Maybe in the graveyard! He doesn't miss visiting his fiancée!" In the graveyard... William sits on the soft grass, in front of the gravestone, a name beautifully curved into a platinum plate, " Odette Anderson " on it. Placing two white chrysanthemums on it, he just keeps staring at the photo of Odette.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

An official document. Stamped. Signed. Legal. Patricia read the heading. Then read it again. Her blood froze. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Below it appeared a familiar name. Alex Midila And beneath that, one line that made her entire world stop. SOLE BENEFICIARY: FIONA LAWAMA Patricia's hands began shaking. "No..." Alison nodded grimly. "Someone convinced your husband to write a will." Patricia's breathing became uneven. Then she noticed something else. The date.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"We have to be careful. If your uncles find out we're looking for the will, they'll do everything in their power to stop us. Or worse." Worse. Like the death threats. Like the men in the alley. Like everything that had led to my death in my first life. "I know," I said. "We'll be discreet. No one can know. Not even—" I stopped myself before I said Adrian's name. But Whitmore caught it anyway. "Not even your fiancé?" he asked quietly. "Not even him," I confirmed. Another pause. Longer this time. "Alright," Whitmore said finally. "This weekend. Just you and me. We'll find that, Seraphine. I promise you."