William Afton Wife Novels & Stories

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

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!"

William let go of Dad's wrist with a look of pure revulsion and kicked Dad aside. He paid no mind to the accusations and looked at me with eyes that held nothing but an intense, unwavering gentleness. "Cynthia is the woman I chose to be my wife. I will stand by her, cherish her, and shield her, irrespective of any gossip, and we'll remain together forever." Upon hearing that, Don Bryant's usually weary eyes suddenly flickered with a hint of emotion. "Go on, William. That curse that's binding you will finally be lifted for good tonight."

"Victoria, you brought every bit of this on yourself." Victoria's head jerked up. The last bit of color drained from her face. "You couldn't wait to sign that divorce agreement. You severed the last thing between us with your own hand." I stepped forward and looked down at her. "We're not married anymore. There's nothing left between us." I straightened up and didn't look at her again. Two female officers came forward and hauled her up between them. She wasn't crying anymore. Wasn't begging. She just hung there between them like a rag doll, eyes empty, letting them drag her away.

I try to resist sniffing the finger that was inside Matilda's vagina, but that's all in my head because I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her sweet natural body scent. “Damn!...” I whisper as I close my eyes. “How can one woman smell so fucking good down there?” I shake my head and quickly turn off the engine of my car before my wayward thoughts lead to another unsatisfied erection. I pull out the keys and step out of my car. I should not think about Matilda anymore now that Seraphina was back and very soon she will become my wife. I enter the house and William is waiting for me. “Mrs Wilson rather came home very troubled, sir.” William states.

"Not good enough for me?" William huffed in amusement before continuing, "You see yourself as a divorcée—then, what about me? "I'm in my 30s. And with my status, do you think I've never been with a woman before? Not only have I been with women, but I've been with several." William wasn't the affectionate type. But we all knew this world wasn't black and white. When his brother and his wife died, they had left him to carry the Ashford family at a young age. Barely a teenager, William had to fight tooth and nail to survive.

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."

Yoo Na immediately held William's hand so he wouldn't pat his cheek again. William immediately ran away and stood in the corner of the room. "Please ... don't bother me, Yoo Na! I'm already happy with Amelia, my wife. So I beg you to let me live happily with her. I know it really hurts your feelings, but please don't haunt me like this!" William's tears flowed without his noticing. Again, the unfortunate event that claimed the life of his future wife several years ago came back to haunt William. William still clearly remembers the moments when his car crashed into another vehicle until it was destroyed.

This is how Don Austin William's second wife really looks. Jane Oliver, the ex-wife of Don Austin William who chose to give in to her husband and Calysta's affair. Who is increasingly shining with her steps as one of the pillars of SEO. Don Austin William enlists the help of his ex-wife to boost sales. Evidence of the covered-up affair begins to emerge. Is this karma? And many more similar news with photos scattered wherever the accounts exposed the news.

And right now, that smile of hers was about to rip Martin’s soul away. Martin stood halfway, staring like he had seen a ghost. “Ja..Jasmine?” he stuttered. “Are you…?” Jasmine smiled, moved behind my chair, and placed a light hand on my shoulder. “Yes, Martin. I’m William’s wife.” He looked between us, his mouth slightly open, blinking like he still hadn’t understood. “I—I thought you were in rehab,” he muttered. “I mean… when did you… how is this even possible?”