Ethan Page Wife Novels & Stories

In my nephew’s car. Father was still talking as we moved deeper into the house. I listened with half an ear until he mentioned something that made me stop walking. “Ethan’s wife seems to be settling in. Quiet girl. Keeps to herself mostly.” Wife. I turned slightly. “When did Ethan marry?” My voice stayed casual and controlled. “Nearly months ago. You were abroad, so we didn’t push you to come back. It was a small ceremony.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling before handing it to me. “Here. That’s from the wedding.”

Doesn’t matter, just bring someone. Babe <3: Really hope you come. Bye, I guess. I stare at the screen, my heart slamming against my ribs. Ethan is getting MARRIED?! I throw back wine at a pace that makes me dizzy. A month-long cruise? A couples-only cruise? I take another large swallow of wine. Of all the ways I ever imagined Ethan reaching out to me, this was the last. By the time I’m halfway through the bottle, the tears finally come. Thirteen years.

The second phase for the game project was starting and Tynan couldn't afford to take any leave for his honeymoon after the unofficial wedding, not that Laura minded. In fact, the e-ghost seemed to already know that her time was approaching. As suddenly as she came into Tynan's life, she left.

He wants to punish me, but he can’t have it both ways, he can’t treat me like dirt and also have the willing sex slave he desires. Ethan turns back with a lethal expression, “Excuse me?” He barks, fighting to remain in control. Now that I’ve found my courage, I can’t lose my momentum. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to leave him for a long time now, I’ve known for a while that the person Ethan truly loves is Eve. Eve, the she-wolf who saved his mother while I stood by and watched. Eve, the woman who loved him for his personality, when I only married him for his money.

The guests finally snapped out of their shock. The banquet hall erupted in an instant. Whispered murmurs turned into loud mockery and heated discussion. "My God, so Ethan was living off his wife? He signed an agreement like that and still dared to cheat—he was practically asking for death." "Celia is ruthless. She went straight for the jugular." "He deserves it! Parading his mistress in front of his legal wife—now look at him, kicked out with nothing and buried in debt."

Ethan said quietly, "was the result of Samantha’s last 'episode.' She is not a whistleblower. She is a woman struggling with a deep-seated, violent addiction that we have spent months trying to hide to protect her dignity." ​The room went silent. ​"Mr. Hale!" a journalist shouted. "Samantha was your wife! Why are you just now revealing this while you’re engaged to her sister, Chloé?" ​Ethan didn't flinch. He looked directly into the camera. "I stayed because I loved her. I moved on with Chloé because Chloé was the only one who helped me pick up the pieces of my broken home. And I am not the only one who has suffered."

“We cleaned that house together, remember? Before Cedar Ridge.” They all stared. “Yes,” Sheila said slowly, nodding. “That’s the one. Ethan used to live there with his mother. Later, Abbie stayed there too. His fiancée... when she was still alive.” Clara’s gaze snapped to Millie. Millie gave a small smile, then asked, “How’s Ethan?” Sheila shrugged. “Busy as ever. Always flying around Europe. Still not married. But he and Cheri might as well be. She’s basically devoted her whole life to him.”

Did Ethan have a girlfriend back when they met? Ah, that could be it. Why am I even bothered by his past? It feels so childish. But I can’t help feeling a little uneasy. I nodded. “I’m Sarah, Ethan’s wife.” I followed his suggestion and didn’t offer to shake hands. Instead, I gestured toward Ethan as I mentioned his name. “Yeah, I can tell. You’re pregnant, so obviously, you’re not just his girlfriend,” he teased, glancing at Ethan. After hearing him talk, I understood why they seemed so familiar despite claiming not to be friends. This guy was just as annoying as Ethan when he spoke. No wonder Ethan looked irritated—not angry, just bothered.

"Iris, what a surprise! You would have been a bridesmaid at your beloved Ethan's wedding; I instructed your dad to write to the Sanctuary to allow you to attend. it's good you arrived before the ceremony ended." She toned down her voice. "His wife is beautiful. She has beta blood. Fortunately, Ethan would no longer have to be concerned about Omega contamination.” I ignored her and moved through the crowd. Ethan's eyes met mine and his face paled. My dad noticed my presence and, as usual, embarrassed me. "Who let you out?" “It’s my birthday," I choked out and turned to face Ethan. “I'll just leave. Happy married life.” Ethan's wife must have heard about my relationship with her husband, as he