William Afton Wife Name Novels & Stories

That day at the wedding, he had publicly rejected Caroline, making her the laughingstock of Astoria City. The Ashtons had always been vengeful and decisive in their methods. There was no way they would let him go unpunished. The Ashton Group was one of the most powerful conglomerates in Astoria, worth twice as much as his own company. On paper, they could crush him, yet William felt no fear—only anger. If not for Caroline's parents forcing her to marry, she never would have thought about using a fake marriage certificate. Madeline would still be alive, and Diana would never have been driven to leave him completely.

How can you be this vicious? I gasped through the pain and struggled to speak. "No. That report was..." Before I could say it was Afton's report, Mia cut me off in a fury. "Enough! You still want to make things up?! After doing something so savage, you don't deserve to be my husband! The engagement is off! Afton suffered so much because of you. I'll never forgive you! "I've already contacted the person who claimed you. No matter what happens, I'll never care about you again!"

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

The leather groaned under the weight of William's collapse. "Dora confessed..." William's voice broke, "to killing my wife." Dr. West stood abruptly, the chair scraping angrily against the floor. "What the fuck do you mean she confessed?" His steps were a predator's circle, caged fury barely leashed. "She even tried to kill my granddaughter Bella... My little girl’s daughter’s almost died because of her." William's confession spilled out, raw and ragged. "I sent her away the day she came back from jail. Avery left with that monster."

Terror clenched my beating heart as I struggled to speak out. I don’t know how much William knew about Martin, but for Martin’s sake, it was best that my husband knew as little about him as possible. My husband was a powerful man, and any slight against him would be life-ruining for the offender. “I have no idea who you’re talking about,” I shot back, my arms crossed and gaze hardened with defiance. I refused to let him intimidate me. “Don’t play dumb!” William scowled, his features twisted with a deep frustration. “I saw someone bringing you to his car. Tell me, how long have you been with him, Caroline?”

"She has grief and money and a sister who died before her child was born. Judges are human, Elias." I pressed two fingers to the bridge of my nose. Outside my window the city was doing its usual indifferent thing. "What do you need from me?" "I need to know if Vanessa has anything. Any documentation, any communication, anything Claire may have sent her about the surrogacy before she died." "I don't know what Claire sent her." "Then find out. Go through whatever you have. Emails, texts, letters. If Claire told her sister she was planning this and framed it in a way that gave Vanessa any expectation of involvement—" She stopped. "I need to know before Vanessa's attorney does."

She didn't even let me catch my breath before she grabbed my chin again, her voice sinister and icy. "I'll ask you one last time. Where did you send Billy?" … Monica left. The moment she received the information from me, she ran out of the room. I clearly saw the look of relief and joy on her face in that moment. My wife had already lost her mind over another man. I wiped my tears and immediately called my parents, preparing to move that very night. I thought Dad would scold me, but he only comforted me. His worn, aging voice carried a sob. "You've suffered enough, Julian. I don't blame you. We'll just leave."

Heather has so many stretch marks on her stomach that I really can't muster any interest in her,' said William. 'Then, stay a little longer. Ethan misses you, too,' answered Sophia. … The more I scrolled upward, the more my hands trembled. My heart twisted further and further as I kept reading. 'William, thanks for helping Ethan enroll in the best private elementary school. I didn't want to bother you, but Ethan needs his father. We won't disturb your life with Ms. Johnson,' Sophia stated. 'Don't overthink it. She'll never find out. Besides, you're my legal wife, not her. I'll take care of you and Ethan,' William replied.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

"You heartless monster! You finally showed your face! You chased us out to drive us to a corner, didn't you? Everyone, look! It's this man! He became a horrible person after he got rich and got himself a mistress! "He even chased out his wife after she gave birth to a baby for him!" My colleagues and clients started looking at me differently. The security guards came over to pull her away, but Lola started rolling on the floor to throw a tantrum. At that moment, my direct superior, William Wilson, walked out of his office with a stormy expression. He cast a glance at the farce on the floor before turning to me and asking me to go into his office. The moment he shut the door, he threw a stack