William Afton Wife Name Novels & Stories

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

And the man who will ensure that any ‘accident’ that happens to her results in you being investigated for murder and worse. Understanding dawned on their faces. Vale. The name carried weight in Ravenport. Power. Connections. Money that made even their inheritance look like pocket change. “This is a private family meeting—” Uncle Thomas started. “Was a private family meeting,” Lucien corrected. “It’s over now. Miss Arkwright is leaving. You will not contact her again except through her lawyer. You will not threaten her. You will not come near her. Am I understood?” “You can’t tell us what to do,” Aunt Margot hissed. “You’re nobody to her—”

It had always been apparent that my aunt harboured disdain for being perceived as a commoner. Despite William Whyte's wealth as a merchant, his lack of pedigree seemed to bother her. She had married him based on destiny. They were fated and meant to be. She appeared happy and content at the time. However, something must have transpired along the way. I recollect my father taking her and Jacob in after William’s death, a move that puzzled me, given their supposed affluence. My father never discussed it openly, but I eventually discovered that William had suffered a financial downfall before his demise, and they found themselves in a struggle.

William demanded. ‘Huh. Aren't you so blind? Why do you believe whatever your cunning mistress says?’ Rose almost rolled her eyes at William. She found his behavior so irritating that it suddenly triggered a memory she had buried. Just four months after her mother tragically died, her father married Beatrice (now Mrs. Gray.) and her two children, Sophia and her younger brother, moved in. She was shocked to see how her father was so quick to marry another woman but what she found shocking was the fact that Sophia was only a year younger than her, if not months. Which meant that her father had kept his mistress for years even when her mom was still alive.

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

This showed that he was not the playboy that rumors had suggested. "You remembered your wife and daughter!" Thea exclaimed, filled with emotion. William exclaimed anxiously, "Miss, could you please help me find them? My wife's name is Sophia, and my daughter's name is Jade Fletcher. Before I had my accident, my daughter hadn't even been born yet. I wonder how they have been doing all these years." Thea's eyes turned red, and she finally found out her name. She was not called Isabella, but Jade. So she was not cursed like Victoria's mother: she was not an unwanted bastard.

Christian was a man of extraordinary status, and Nancy was a woman admired by everyone. William, who was sitting across from them, seemed quite unbothered by their conversation. He wasn't one for gossip, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the woman sitting by the door looked quite familiar. He thought for a moment before recalling that he had seen her at Yvonne's welcome-baby party. He suddenly realized that that familiar-looking woman was none other than Christian's wife, Talia. "I think I've come across someone I know," William murmured once he realized it, the remark sounding slightly out of place. He wasn't certain that the woman was Christian's wife, but he probed for information an

William leaned his back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. Nani glanced at William, then looked down again. "Miss Sonya said that she saw you leaving with Mr. Henry's ex-wife and two small children." 'It turns out Sonya was following me,' William muttered. William did not comment, wanting to hear the rest of the information from the maid first. "Miss Sonya also told me to find out about Mr. Henry's ex-wife. Including those two children." Nani didn't dare look at William. She was afraid the man in front of her would get angry.

How could she simply marry someone else? William punched the wall out of anger, which startled his assistant. “Sir, what’s the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable?” William came to his senses and realized he was thinking about Layla again. No, he was supposed to be in love with Whitney. Unfaithful women like Layla did not deserve his love at all. Just then, the housekeeper of Jones Manor returned to report that Whitney had yet to return from visiting her mother’s grave in the woods yesterday. Upon hearing this, William immediately went out in search of Whitney. He vaguely remembered there was a wooden cabin somewhere in the woods. Perhaps it was too late, and Whitney decided to rest in the