Xiao Zhan Wife の小説・ストーリー

Edgar said coldly, but her heart ached. “In the southern part of the city, the body of the son of the head of hospital T was found. All joints in the body were broken, it is possible that he fell from a very high place, but the authorities are still investigating the strange death of the director's son. . Interviewing relevant people, on September 15, we had alibi of the victim's father and fiance. Here is the testimony of Ms. Lixian. “Why did he die? Tom and me are about to get married, everything is fully prepared. We even booked a wedding table with thousands of new guests already sent cards. I…I was even pregnant with his child.” Ms. Lixian said with emotion.

a young beautiful red hair lady call his name making the couples to turn immediately. "Chandelia Ohgins" Mj called immediately he saw the lady. The lady hug him making him surprised but he hug her back so it won't feel awkward. This action gave Stella a bone in her throat but she forced a smile and clear her throat to announce her presence. MJ release the hug and clear his throat too as the atmosphere was now awkward, "Chan meet my beautiful wife., Mrs Stella Manson and wife meet my old college friend chandelia Ohgins. "MJ introduce the women smiling.

Zhi Rou smiled inwardly, “Ah… my dear husband is Zhao Yuan Rui and our son, he named Zhao Shaotian after his father.” Mr Zhao nodded his head and looked away. This was too much, and the child was named after him as well. His heart was beating fast with all the conflicting emotions from his conversation with her. His phone suddenly rang. He felt relieved when he saw it was his assistant who was waiting in the car for him. He looked at Zhi Rou smiling apologetically, “Mrs Zhao, I’ll be off, it’s my wife, I think I’ve been too long out of the house.”

Lin Wen Xin had a bewildered look on her face as she struggled to free her wrist from his hand. “Ouch!... It... it hurts...!” Wang Shen Ze then released her and came face to face with Xiao Yu Zheng. The two men stared at each other in an intense manner until Wang Shen Ze finally broke the silence with his cold voice, ”Don’t you dare appear in front of her again!” Xiao Yu Zheng scoffed as he responded, “Who are you to stop her from meeting me?” “I am her husband!” “If you are truly her husband, you wouldn’t have left her out here alone at night!”

Victoria POV Sometimes when I think of my memory as a movie, I can't help but think that there are some scenes that I still don't... I can picture in my mind, no matter how many times people repeat them to me, they just aren't there, it's as if they never happened for me. And among those "scenes" which unfortunately I can't remember, is Dominik. I know who he is, he has even introduced himself to me and told me that he is my husband, that we have been married for almost a year, and that the child I have in my womb is his. But unfortunately, I cannot remember him.....

"We only asked what happened, then he suddenly ran to the roof and threatened to jump. What were we supposed to do?" Because of their upbringing, they had not said anything too harsh. Soon, someone in the crowd recognized Zachary. "Isn't he the groom who gave that touching speech after marrying his wife earlier? I heard his parents died years ago, and he finally found happiness. What happened?" When Zachary heard that, he looked even more wounded. Sinead turned and snapped, "Shut up! Nobody says another word!" She tried to talk Zachary down, saying everything she could to comfort him.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

She cried even harder, her voice hoarse. "Honey, we've been married for five years. Don't you know how I've treated you? I wash your clothes and cook for you every day. I take care of everything at home. When you're on business trips, I text you every day to check in, worried about your safety. How could I possibly lie to you?" As she cried, she began listing all her "sacrifices" over the past five years, trying to guilt trip me.

A single misstep, almost imperceptible, but enough to signal weakness. Selene noticed. Of course she did. Her eyes met mine across the table, and I felt it—the spark, the recognition, the silent understanding of the chaos she could inspire. It was subtle, a fleeting glance, a curl of her lip, but it carried power. And I was powerless.