Novel & Cerita Wife Adult Story

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

After, she ushered me inside her house, offered a glass of water and then introduced herself as Vivan's step mother; " Mrs. Jennifer" She married Vivian's dad when his daughter was a teenager and ever since then, Vivan has been acting strange; not forgetting about her affair with a married that turned out to be a death trap for the man and his only child, Vivan had him killed because he was willing to leave her and settle with his family.. Once again, I'm dealing with a crazy person.

Jane Point of view. I always knew someone would get hurt in this story. I knew that stories like mine were never meant to have a happy ending. After all, I was an unfaithful wife who had fallen in love with the typical bad boy, who, to make matters worse, was my husband's best friend and boss. I already knew what he was like, knew that at some point he would get tired of me. He's just like every other man who's ever been in my life, and I knew that from day one. So why did it hurt so much to see him with that woman? Why couldn't I hold back my tears, even though I knew this would happen someday?

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.

“Nathaniel Shaw, the richest man in the country is doing a soft launch with his supposed wife.” “Wife?” I frowned, my feet carrying me toward the group of women. “Who is this wife?” I couldn't stop the curiosity bubbling within me, couldn't wait for them to bring me the news. After all, Shaw Industries was my target. However, my phone buzzed, and I saw the news for myself. Nathaniel Shaw with a woman snuggled to his arm, as they retreated from the Shaw Powers tower building. The headlines were glaring, speculations were coming in. Everyone was scrambling to know who this woman was since we could only see her back silhouette. The attention was no longer on me, and I felt a sinking feeling, my

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he