Wife After Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

Knowing what had caused him to be so cold-hearted towards her, Paris was not going to relinquish the love she had for him, she is persistent to fight for her husband until he has the heart to love her and accept her as his wife. Will Archer Wealth ever love his wife? or will Paris Wealth move on seeing her husband will never love her?

I’m not coming home. I stared at it for a moment before replying briefly. Okay. Our messages were always brief and to the point. Nothing that resembled a conversation between husband and wife. Of course, I knew why. Because he never loved me. Becoming his wife was nothing more than a twist of fate. Three years ago, he was supposed to marry Isabella... .the woman he loved. We’d all known each other since we were young. But tragedy struck just days before their wedding. A car accident left Isabella in a coma.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

“Look, I know both of you aren’t really married for real. I get that, but can we at least try to have some semblance that both of you actually love each other, just for the cameras?” I raised a brow, stopped typing on my computer, and stared into space for a while. “Well, I can’t say much. I’ll try my best to be a loving wife, even though my husband is in Asia going around with some sort of supermodel.” A heavy sigh exploded through the phone. “You saw that?” “Who wouldn’t? It’s all over the news. I don’t read newspapers, but I was lucky the TV was on for me to see it.” “How long has this been going on?”

“I’ve already given you enough time to cool down. Stop this at once!” Cool down, like my entire life hadn’t been destroyed. Before I could answer, one of the officials stepped outside the hall. “All candidates, please proceed inside.” “Get your fucking hands off me,” I tried to pull back, but Rick yanked me to himself. “You’re not going in there. You're coming with me. You don’t belong here anymore.” My chest tightened violently. Then he said the one thing that finally killed every remaining feeling I had left for him. “You’re my wife,” he snapped quietly. “I decide your future.”

She glanced around at the angry beastmen and said, "Everything started because of Jasper. You can go ahead and punish him as you wish. But my husband is the mighty Kael Vaxenroth of the Dragon clan! You'd better think twice before you lay a finger on me!" At that, the beastmen who had been eyeing her menacingly suddenly turned to look at me. I didn't even spare Priscilla a glance. I said coldly, "I don't have feelings for her anymore. Do whatever you wish to her." Priscilla retorted loudly, "You love me! You love me so much that you spent forever looking for treasures for me and even nearly died a few times too! How could you just say that you don't have feelings for me anymore?

My real husband is only you. I stared at her in silence, knowing full well we would never have the chance to remarry. As the one who developed the drug, I understood exactly how it worked. It didn't wipe memories instantly. It would erase them little by little until the person forgot the one they loved completely. And the antidote didn't exist. But Juliet clearly didn't know that. I asked softly, "Are you sure you won't regret this?" She smiled and gently cupped my face. "Wilson has loved me for so many years. His only wish is to have a wedding with me. I can't refuse him. Since I agreed, I won't regret it.

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

None of them were. After the truth came out, it had been chaos. His wife had not screamed—she had simply stared at them, her face breaking in slow motion. The quiet horror in her eyes had been worse than any storm of anger could have been. Clara, trembling, had tried to speak, to explain that it wasn’t lust or manipulation but love—that cruel, uninvited kind that grows out of longing and closeness and loneliness. But the word love had sounded obscene that night. Out of place. A thing that mocked what love should mean. She had left first—his wife. No words, no packing. Just her car disappearing down the driveway, the echo of her wedding ring left on the marble counter. He still remembered how