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He was usually good at enduring pain, but this feeling spread from his chest up to his throat, leaving him choked up. Trent pointed at Percival, unleashing his emotions: "This guy, Percival, the supposed perfect man plastered all over social media. Always going on about how he cherishes his wife and built an amusement park for his late wife. But do you know how his wife really died? He abused her, caused her to miscarry twice so she couldn't have kids. When she broke her leg, he didn't even get her treatment - just tied her to a wheelchair and let her burn alive in a fire. At his own engagement party, no less!" Trent's gaze swept over the crowd, a mocking smile on his face. "This is the man

Why is he here for you? “Just to deliver something.” Chloe waved the bag in her hand and distracted her, “Keep up the good work. Tidy up your badge.” “Oh, okay.” she stood straight, and she lowered her head to tidy up her badge. And when she looked up again, Chloe was already at the lift far away. “Are you dumb, asking such a question?” Another female staff sneered at the side. “I heard the Mr. Kelvin family’s butler called Ms. Crowther as Mr. Kelvin's Wife. I bet that Ms. Crowther and Mr. Kelvin had married.”

The headline made me feel sick: "SECRET CEO REVEALED: Fashion Mogul Jane Phillips-Garrett Is Holmes Family Wife!" Below that was a picture of Christian putting my wedding ring back on my finger at the gala. "This can't be happening," I said to myself. I clicked on the article. It was worse than I'd imagined. "Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs."

Dowling were both shocked. It was the missus of the York family! After Zachary’s interview, everyone in Wiltspoon knew that his wife’s name was Serenity Hunt. However, her photo was not published, so people could not put a face to the name. Some remembered the news about her that went viral a while back and tried finding it again, but all the photos had been deleted. Besides, the photos on the post back then were from more than ten years ago when Serenity was still a little girl.

She was completely mischievous. Odell observed her closely and smiled. Peter followed his line of sight and noticed Sylvia. She was wearing a t-shirt, along with a pair of jeans and white sneakers. At first glance, one would think that she was a twenty-year-old girl. Was the legendary Master Carter not already married? Word was that his wife was a close friend of his boss’ woman. He thought for a moment before turning to Odell to enquire, “Master Carter, is that lady your friend?" Odell stated, "She's my wife."

I brought it to the table myself, set it down with quiet confidence. "I hope you don't mind," I said, addressing the table. "I thought something homemade might be a nice way to end the evening." Mrs. Vale looked at the soufflé, then at me. "How quaint." "Isn't it?" I smiled. Sweet. Unshakeable. "I made it from scratch. Adrian's favorite recipe." Mrs. Vale's eyes narrowed. "I wasn't aware Adrian had a favorite recipe." "There's a lot you don't know about your son," I said, still smiling.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

“We had a son, too, but there is no Mr. Potts. Never was technically.” “Technically?” The old woman leaned toward her. “People in the Keys call me Mrs. Potts because I collect tea pots.” “Ooooh,” Caitlin stretched out with understanding. “But, yes, there was a mister at one point. He left me for a Las Vegas showgirl two years ago.” “What!” Caitlin didn’t mean to shout but Mrs. Potts’s husband had to be as old as she was. She shook her head. “I gave that man the best years of my life and birthed two of his children and he left me for a showgirl that is old enough to be his granddaughter – or even great-granddaughter.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I pleaded. "Fine, makes sure it looks the best," he said and I nodded hurriedly. "Who's your maid of honour? And your bridesmaid?" "I--- I don't have anyone here to be my---" "Call your New Yorker friends, Invite them to the wedding or your stepmother will try to make Nancy your maid of honor. I don't want your husband's whore to be anywhere near you" he said A flicker of pain pierced into my heart when he said “your husband's whore”.