All Chapters of My Wife is a Casanova: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

If he wanted to find someone to share his joy and successes with, the first person Alexander thought of was Charlotte. She deserved credit for enabling this partnership to happen!“Charlotte Schuller.” Alexander recited her name in his mind. Thinking about the way she had looked at him outside his house that morning, he felt his heart clench inexplicably. The woman had been with him for six years. He was the one indebted to her! He would make it up to her when he returned home. It was what he owed her! The smile on Alexander’s mouth narrowed as he lifted his slender legs to enter the limousine. “Back to the hotel.” He had been out for so long. It was time to go home. Charlotte had vomited too much last night, causing damage to her vocal cords. Her throat was swollen and sore, making her have no appetite for the entire day. It was a weekend today, and Benedict did not go to the office. The atmosphere at the dining table was awfully silent, but it was normal for the fath

It was obvious that Catherine was feeling helpless. Charlotte typed in comfortingly, ‘Don’t worry, the most important thing now is to find out what’s going on. I don’t think this is true.’Catherine replied, ‘The video was already sent to my phone, so how can it be fake?’Charlotte clicked on the video. Preston was seen entering what looked like a suite in a hotel with another woman. The woman’s back seemed familiar to Charlotte. A bad feeling aroused within her heart. Heather typed, ‘Do you guys think that this back seems familiar to you? As if it’s Yasmine Cooke?’Catherine replied, ‘That’s her.’It was her! Upon confirmation, Heather and Charlotte immediately showed the tacit understanding between them as best friends. Heather wrote, ‘Screw her over.’Charlotte repeated, ‘Screw her over.’The messages were sent at nearly the same time. Heather then replied, ‘I’ll take care of this woman.’Yasmine had attempted to seduce Preston in the past. When Heather found out, s

However, Charlotte did not leave. In the face of Benedict’s anger, she clutched the blanket in front of her chest and said with an air of finality in a hoarse voice, “We are a real couple now. From today onward, I want to sleep here.” Benedict looked at the woman in front of him whose face was pale. Her eyes were red from crying. He thought she was seeking death and had no idea why she would say such a thing. She became a lot gutsier after sleeping with him once. Who had given her the audacity to talk about taking over his bed? Benedict could not help but sneer. There was a touch of coolness in his deep eyes. “Want real power so soon?” Charlotte lifted her pale eyes and glared at him. “I don’t want any real power, all I ask for is basic respect. I am your wife, not your babysitter.” A dangerous expression of mockery appeared on Benedict’s face. “Wife? Then fulfill your obligations as a wife. Don’t let me see those cheap tears again.” After saying that, Benedict did not give

The next time Charlotte saw Benedict, he had changed into a fresh set of clothes. A ring had also appeared on his finger. That was a bit of a surprise to her. He was wearing his wedding ring again. Did Old Lady Larson say something to him?Benedict took another step toward her. He was not angry, but tense. Charlotte’s body stiffened involuntarily. Her aching body served as a reminder of the nightmare that happened last night. She was afraid of him, and last night’s occurrence only made her more terrified of him. However, Benedict did not look at her. Instead, he picked up the little guy from her side and left the room without looking back at her. Only his aura remained. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief as she held onto the child’s bed to support her sore body as she stood up. She wanted to go back to the house to rest for a while.Then, Mr. White came in with a glass of milk in his hand.He stepped aside, put down the milk, and looked at Charlotte. “Young Madam, please r

It had been a week, but Alexander still looked the same to Charlotte. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. He looked clean and handsome, warm and gentle. He seemed to have always loved this outfit as he always wore it. His love for this outfit was as strong as his love for Eloise Backhurst. Eloise was wearing one of Chanel’s newest mini-dresses. She looked clean, pure, delicate, and frail—like a little princess in need of everyone’s care and attention. Sitting next to Alexander, they did look perfect for each other. Such an image protruded itself into Charlotte’s line of sight and would not allow her to deny it. There was a reasonable number of people in the room. Besides Alexander and Eloise, there was also Heather, Catherine with her daughter, and Hans with a few of his friends. Alexander was the first to spot her. He walked toward her. Charlotte’s heart felt as if someone had a tight hold on it, causing her to have trouble breathing. He was just t