William Afton Wife Name Novels & Stories

“He hit me.” The officer nodded, writing everything down. “With what?” he asked. William hesitated for the briefest moment. Then— “I don’t know,” he said. “Something heavy. I didn’t see it clearly.” Another note scribbled. “And your wife?” the second officer asked, glancing briefly toward Vanessa. “Was she present?” William’s jaw tightened. “No,” he said. “She wasn’t home.” Vanessa remained still. Silent. Composed. But inside—

Though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, of course, he was also curious to see how the woman looked. She had to have flaws for her husband to have an affair that long that produced three children without her knowledge. Maybe she was deaf. Or dumb. He thought in amusement as he inputted the information into his system. Reyona Lanoth. He sure liked the name. He mused as he added the occupation information to Searchit. A C.P.A., her husband had called her.

In a voice that William had never heard before, Natalie shouted, "No! He is not. He can never be. He is not the problem, he is not to blame, you should get a hold of your wife!" She wanted after, her chest rising and falling fast. William looked at her with surprise on his face. He was meant to be more upset than she was. It was his WIFE that had gotten pregnant for another man––scratch that, for his cousin! "The next time you raise your voice at me will be your last, I can assure you that" he said with a smile. William smiled.

This was the kind of house where normal people lived normal lives. The attorney met them there with keys. "Mrs. Ashford visited once a year. Always alone. She'd spend the day here, never overnight. I have no idea what she did during those visits." Inside, the house was frozen in time. 1950s furniture. Photographs of a young couple, Victoria and a man Elena didn't recognize, adorned the walls. "Her first husband," Dominic said, looking at a wedding photo. "He died in a car accident two years after they married. She was twenty-three."

“This isn’t the biggest shocking news.” “How can something be more shocking than that?” Carrington chuckled. “This is huge in relation to you, Grandfather,” I expressed. “Amelie, tell me, you know you can tell me anything,” Carrington said, putting his hand on mine. “Grandfather, it seems your son William had an affair with my mother,” I revealed. Grandfather froze. “What was your mother’s name?” Grandfather asked. “Elizabeth,” I told him.

warned Devin as she entered the study room of the Crighton mansion. As she climbed the stairs, she stared at the portrait of Jake’s mother hanging on the wall. Devin’s beloved wife. Anastasia Hazel Forrester Crighton. A beautiful woman from the outside as well as from inside. She had died two years ago while attending a charity event in Morocco. Devin had been devastated and sometimes Rachel believed that his life had ended with his beloved wife.

“You've your information wrong…William isn't married.” “Please, comport yourself. Mr Williams is married to his wife, Laura. And he had stated, for the record, that you forged his signature and had access to his computer due to your personal relationship with him.” He placed a small device on the table and pushed it towards me before clicking it on.

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

No one could really understand what went on in his incomprehensible mind. He was like a closed book. She couldn't read him, and perhaps no one else could. "You are right." Indeed, William wasn't a man who only paid attention to appearance. When he decided to marry Cristine, he didn't even know how she looked like. William had no idea that he actually married Bert's adopted daughter, Crista, and not his biological daughter, Cristine. "I hope I am the only woman who knows you well." Carla smiled. No matter how many women William would meet and take, she was the only one who would always stay by his side.

I greeted them. I see recognition in their eyes. “Good afternoon Mrs. Ottave!” They greeted me. “I'm visiting my husband. Is he in his office?” I ask them. “We'll just call her secretary Ma'am.” They said. While they are calling my husband’s office I took quick glance at the building’s lobby. Like our building, they have the minimalist look, simple but elegant. “Ma'am Mara as per your husband's secretary, Sir Maru is in his office.” “Okay. Thanks. ...” I look at her nameplate “Abbie”