Novel & Cerita Wife Gone Wild

We’ll deliver real stories with substance. ‘Absolutely!’ Alessia felt herself growing more motivated. ‘We’ll be a beacon of truth in the sea of sensationalism.’ ‘That’s the spirit!’ Wilda cheered. ‘You and me, Alessia, we’re gonna rock this world.’ Alessia’s thoughts raced as her impression of Wilda Hicks transformed. Gone was the heartbroken wife forced to confront her husband’s betrayal. ‘She’s amazing,’ Alessia thought. ‘So full of life and energy. And her vision for BuzzBeat is inspiring. The divorce is really good for her. And for us at BuzzBeat. Huh, who’d have thought something good could come from Jeramy’s affair?’

Adrian's POV The warrant exploded across my burner phone like shrapnel in the dead of night. Alerts piled up from the scraps of my network *International warrant issued. Murder-for-hire. Conspiracy with intent to defraud and kill.* Maribel. That pathetic, whining mess had survived, clawed her way back from the brink, and sung like a canary to save her own hide. I could picture her in that hospital bed, swollen and broken, spilling every secret I'd trusted her with. Ungrateful. Disposable.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

“Long time.” Adrian turned from the window, caught off guard. Thomas nodded toward them. “I’ll be outside, sir, if you need me,” he said, giving them privacy. Adrian’s surprise softened slightly into a small, fleeting smile. “Finally, you decided to come home.” The woman stepped inside. She was his younger sister by three years, Isabel Wolfe, now married to Julian Kessler, whom she had met during her studies abroad. They had a quiet, simple wedding and chose to live overseas despite their grandfather’s disapproval. Adrian had been sad when she left, and they hadn’t seen each other in years.

She opened the door and got down while her husband called out to her. "Jada, Jada come back here, Jada where are you going? Jada? Babe?", he called as she walked away angrily. He could've followed her but he didn't. He was a Prince, a celebrity, he wouldn't be seen walking around just like that, not when he had an event to attend to. He loved her but he decided to just give her time and space to cool off; women always need time and space after an argument, right? Although, he couldn't get the fact that she wanted to go to Virginia for two weeks without him, it just wasn't possible.

The sound of Gwen’s slap rang across the banquet hall. Luna covered her face in shock, turning to look at her. Gwen crossed her arms across her chest and snorted coldly, “Who knew you still dared come here!” She glared at Luna viciously, her eyes full of haughty derision. “In Banyan City, you dared seduce another woman’s husband, ruining her marriage until she’s getting a divorce, and now you dare come flaunting your claws in Sea City!”

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

Johan laughed because he was satisfied that he had made fun of them. "I didn't embarrass Caroline at all. I just want to tell you the truth in front of you. Do you know that Caroline is my wife?" asked Johan while holding Ben's hand which was still clutching his collar. Slowly, Ben released his grip from Johan's shirt collar. Caroline pulled Ben's hand out of the restaurant. "Caroline is the woman you destroyed with your own hands. The woman you let hurt. The body and heart you destroyed. And now, you call her your wife so easily?" Ben was so fluent in his words that he left Johan speechless for a while.

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

A LOVING HUSBAND AND A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1 I knew exactly what my wife needed for her birthday. For years I had watched Elena, my beloved wife, lose herself in gay p**n. The first time I caught her, she was on our bed with her legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while she pinched and pulled her heavy tits. On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor.