Ethan Page Wife Novels & Stories

"Normal family? Her brother is the CEO of the Alvarez Group. Haven’t you heard? That’s why Ethan is here, and his wife is here as well." They all looked at Ethan and his very pregnant wife, who were sitting at another table. Ethan was talking with a few people. Though he was busy entertaining people, he never left his wife’s side and kept asking her if she was fine. Though Aria was pregnant, her figure still complemented her simple doll-like beauty. "They are now partners with Lawson." "It’s a shame that Ethan got married too early," one girl said. "Haven’t you heard? Ethan’s ex has been bugging them."

"You have appeared with some ladies in the past, but I must say you've finally found a perfect match, Mr. Anderson." "It is as if you are divine beings that suddenly decided to grace this earth. Mr. Anderson's looks is second to no one else's, and I've never seen such a beautiful lady." "Ethan," Eve whispered in Ethan's ear. "Maybe you should take a part-time job as a paparazzi. You can learn some great vocabulary." Ignoring Ethan's cold look, Se brought her attention to the paparazzi and smiled widely, waving her hand. "Thank you all for the compliments. Actually, I'm Mr. Anderson's wife."

My eyes drifted to the date in the corner of the photo, and my breath caught. November 6. Three years ago. The day before that was the day I found out I was pregnant. I had been so happy then. I believed that once Ethan heard the news, he would cry happy tears like I did. I thought he would rush to marry me and give our child a complete family. However, the moment I told him, the smile vanished from his face. “Vivian, I have told you many times. Marriage and children are not part of my plans for the next few years.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

“Don’t get smart with me, bro. Who is she then? I know you intentionally didn’t answer. I keep looking at her face and apart from the fact that she’s really gorgeous, I know I’ve seen her before.” There weren’t many articles that mentioned our marriage without explaining who exactly Jocelyn was so the fact there was one made me a little happy. Perhaps people were beginning to forget. “Stop staring at her, she’s my wife.” I hesitated before speaking. “Jocelyn Campbell.” There was a low thud in my ear as the phone fell to the floor before he picked it up. “You’re kidding. That’s Ethan’s fiancée.” I shrugged. “She’s now my wife.”

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

He murmured to himself, "Don't you want any of this anymore? Don't you want me anymore? "Cindy, where are you?" Ethan spent the entire night drinking in the studio. He got himself drunk, tracing my features in the air, reliving our memories over and over. Eventually, he passed out, only to be woken by a knock at the door. Andy had come with documents. Ethan seemed to see a glimmer of hope and tore the file open eagerly. "Is there news about my wife?" But when he saw what was inside, all hope drained from his face. He could only force out the name of the culprit through gritted teeth. "Kimberly Jones!"

Red eyes, trembling lips, playing the victim. She talked about her sweet memories with Jay, to hint that our marriage had been dead for years. She even begged me not to come between them. However, she never answered any questions from the netizens. Still, some of the netizens bought it and started accusing me of interfering in their relationship. Less than an hour later, Jay uploaded a post via his social media account. [It has always been her. She's my only wife.] He attached a photo of our marriage certificate. The crowd flipped instantly, and Ivy got obliterated.

“Dad, this is serious. I think we should arrest Liam immediately. We have the evidence now.” “I know, Prince. I’ll handle it,” Ethan replied, his voice low but firm. He chuckled bitterly. “To think he was also connected to Martha.” Prince frowned. “Who’s Martha?” Ethan’s lips curled in a bitter smile. “My first wife. The woman my grandfather arranged for me to marry. If I’d followed that path, I might have made the same mistake again. I almost allowed history to repeat itself.” “Mom saved us all, didn’t she?” Prince said softly. “I’ve always known she didn’t like Jackie. That’s why I disliked her too. She always saw through people.”

But when his eyes stopped on the woman beside him, he forced himself to put the cigarette back in the box. "Ethan's wedding is coming up, so I invited them to try on wedding dresses with us," he explained to the woman beside him. As for me, he ignored me completely. Only after that did Sean finally seem to notice me. "So, this is Ethan's wife? Pretty." Ethan's wife... He said it so matter-of-factly. Unfortunately, Ethan did not seem to want to play along, and his expression stayed cold as he said nothing. True. Being willing to clean up Sean's mess was already more than enough for someone at his level.