Ethan Page Wife Novels & Stories

she said, leaning on the door frame. “Can I help you?” “I… I’m looking for Ethan,” I replied slowly. Her lips curled into a small smirk. “Oh.” She crossed her arms. “You must be one of his little friends.” Then she added casually. “I’m his wife.” My breath caught. My heart stopped. My suitcases slipped from my hands. “His… what?” I whispered. The woman’s smirk widened. “His wife,” she repeated boldly. “And who exactly are you?”

"I'm the victim here! Please, Ethan, you have to believe me!" I waited for Ethan to believe her. To side with her. Just like Marcus always did. But Ethan's expression only grew darker. "You..." he said slowly, his voice deadly quiet. "You slapped my wife?" Natasha blinked, confused by his tone. "She slapped me first! I was just..." "In my house?" Ethan continued, his voice rising. "You dared to lay your filthy hands on my wife in my own house?!" Natasha's face went pale. "I... I didn't know she was your wife!" she said quickly.

she snapped, “you wouldn’t have him sitting here feeding your sorry self.” Ethan immediately stood, his face hardening. “I won’t stand here and let you insult my wife!” “Just be quiet, Ethan!” Pearl shot back. “I’m your mother! She’s the outsider here! The one who was sleeping with someone else before you returned—are you even aware of that? His name is Caleb Monroe!” Without a word, Ethan walked over to her, gently but firmly taking her by the arm. “I’ll help you book the first flight out tomorrow, Mother.”

As I witnessed Ethan’s excitement, a radiant smile spread across my face, reflecting my own joy at the news. This moment marked a significant turning point for both of us, as it not only brought us closer together but also symbolized hope for our future as a family. With this, I can proudly say that I am not just a replacement for Emma, I am Ethan’s wife and mother of his children. I do not have to worry about his feeling for me because his joy and excitement clearly shows where his heart truly belongs.

The principal waited for Ethan's arrival, and soon enough, he entered the office, looking as dashing and composed as ever. "Hello, sir. You called me regarding Mara Lewis, sir," Ethan acknowledged, taking a seat while Mara sat beside him, appearing as if she had been resting all day, her attire pristine and her lab coat immaculate, in contrast to the disheveled appearance of the five others with her. "Your sister here caused troubles... She beat them up," the principal informed Ethan. "She is my wife... I am her husband," Ethan corrected the principal, asserting their relationship. Speedy and Susan glanced at Ethan apprehensively, surprised to learn that this striking man was Mara's husband,

He growled. Carter swallowed hard, wondering if he had inadvertently played with the lion’s tail. But it was disheartening to see that Ethan was so stuck up in a delusion when the answer was quite clear to everyone. His wife had left him. Period. But with the way Ethan’s face was contorted into a huge snarl, he knew this was not the time for him to play advocate.

"You can search for him online and see what comes up." With nimble fingers, Mrs. Wright retrieved her phone, her eagerness evident as she typed in the name Ethan Whitlock. The search results populated the screen, revealing an array of information. As Mrs. Wright scrolled through the pages, her eyes widened in surprise when she came across a photo of Ethan Whitlock. She looked up at Camila, her voice laced with astonishment. "You mean you're dating Ethan Whitlock?" she asked her tone a mix of disbelief and awe.

"Ok. Since we haven't had time for ourselves, I was hoping you'll just stay at home with me and we'll continue designing like we used to." "Ok then." Rodriguez gave her a smile and got ready for bed. She did the same and when she was comfy, she said, "And no phones. It always distracts you." "I surrender." Rodriguez remained awake until his wife drifted back to sleep. He really hoped Mrs. Contreras had a way to fix this or he would. *** Mrs Contreras paced around the room wildly and continued complaining to her husband on how betrayed she felt. "How did you even know she called them?" Her husband asked, sipping a cup of scented tea and being less concerned about what Ema had just done.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Ethan raised his chin at Annie before remarking, "Really? My wife a whore?" Annie Davis felt her heart racing as she tried to reason with the man, "It - it was a mistake. I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. Forgive my words - " "But you dare accuse my wife when you are unsure?" Ethan cut off her words. "And why would my wife be interested in your fiance? He doesn't even compare to my foot!" Clayton Brown felt a lump in his throat, hearing Ethan's description of him. "My wife would never look at another man, other than me. You see, my wife's standards are way up there," added Ethan.