Novel & Cerita Wifes First Dp Story

His jaw tightened, his hands balled into fists. “You’re lying,” he said, but his voice cracked. Jessica gave a bitter smile. “Oh, Ethan, you know it’s true. You know what happened. Don’t pretend you don’t remember those nights. Don’t pretend you don’t remember the doctor’s visit.” Olivia’s throat went dry. “Why are you saying this now?” she asked. Jessica’s gaze snapped to her. “Because you need to know what kind of man you’re tied to. He promised me a life. He promised me everything. And I gave him a child. But fate took it from me. I was his first wife. His real wife.”

Too real. I couldn't breathe. The room spun, the river outside blurring into a gray haze. Trauma crashed over me like a wave, the stairs in my first life, the push, the cold marble as I died alone. Adrian's lies, his affairs with Maribel, the way he'd made me feel small and disposable. Was this the same? Had I been blind again? My hands shook as I gripped the counter, nails digging into the marble. No. Not again. I wouldn't be the fool twice. I fumbled for my phone, dialing Vivienne with trembling fingers. She answered on the second ring, voice bright and sleepy. "Sera? Everything okay? It's early, even for you overachievers."

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"Nobody's forcing you to work. You don't have to." Piper always took her mother's side, and this time was no different. "Yeah, Dad. What else can you even do besides sit around the house? Just listen to Mom." Nobody remembered that it was Renee who talked me into being a stay-at-home husband. Nobody knew I'd given it all up so she could chase her dreams. Nobody saw any of what I'd done. I stared at the two of them, frozen, and something inside me finally snapped. "Enough. What I do with my life is none of your concern."

"Rosalie, where's Damian?" Rosalie slowly looked up. "He's at the villa." Celine was Rosalie's best friend and our mutual friend from college. "Then, why isn't Damian answering my calls?" Celine asked. Rosalie gave an indifferent smile. "How would I know?" Compared to Rosalie's calm demeanor, Celine appeared anxious. She grabbed Rosalie by the collar and said, "Rosalie, you're his wife. If you don't know, then who does?"

The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more. And then it hits me. My Husband and my Bestfriend cheated on me. I try to compose myself, but it didn't do me good. My legs are a bit wobbly beneath me, and I'm in a state of shock. I can't think straight. "I already talked to the babysitter named Dalia. She said that Mr. Fernan and Ms. Jamie live in the rest house this morning in a hurry. And we need to investigate more." I feel a light pat on my shoulder. It's SPO1 Buenaventura. He's trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry."

“But I am your mate now, not her! You’re the one who lied to Daphne, saying she was your mate. This was your entire plan from the beginning. You wanted something from her and—” “Silence!” I slammed my hand against the wall beside her head. “I lied because she is mine and no one else’s. She is a useless woman without a wolf, and it was so easy to push her around after making her believe she was my mate!” I laughed, reminiscing about when I first saw Daphne in the pack. She was a naïve girl who ran around helping people like a pushover. Because I wanted her, I lied that she was my mate. I lived on that lie for three years until I got bored and decided to play another game to get what I wanted.

I tell her, handing a champagne flute to my mate, “I’m Amber, Levi’s wife.” “Hello Amber,” she says, giving what feels to me a dismissive flick of her hair, “I’m Ashley, Alpha of the Waynesford Pack. I’ve known Levi for ever and ever! We went to school together! I’m sure you’ve heard the wild stories of our time together at Columbia.” This is not good at all. I have most definitely not heard the stories about their time at Columbia, wild or otherwise. I look at my mate to assess his reaction, but he only appears happy to see her. I try to remain calm. There must be an explanation for this.

Max is silent for a moment, “I think Vivienne planned it. She kissed me without warning; either she saw the person or called in advance. I think she and Daniel leaked the story. The Vander’s are struggling with money; this was all likely a ploy to get paid.” I look up at Max, “What do we do now?” “We wait and let them make the next move. Tomorrow, come to work like normal.” Max takes my hand, “Now that you know everything, will you come back to our room?” “You still lied, Max. You went behind my back to see another woman, even if it was for a noble intention. Why didn’t you just tell me?” I asked. Max looks hurt, “I wanted to know for sure. You didn’t agree to be a stepmother. How could I pu

Jason: “I am confirming more than that. Bella and I have endured lies, attacks, and a thousand attempts to tear us apart. We’ve stood against it all, and now we’re standing here before you to say this: our love is not a headline. It’s not for sale. And it’s not breakable.” Bella finally spoke, her voice calm but steady, carrying across the room like a flame that refused to go out. Bella: “I grew up knowing what betrayal feels like. I know how it burns. But I also know how to fight for what’s real. Jason and I… we’ve fought for each other, and we’ll keep fighting. This marriage isn’t a performance. It’s our truth.” A murmur ran through the crowd. Some reporters lowered their pens entirely, ca