The Cherished Wife



"Peter!" Noelle had not expected things to escalate like this, nor had she anticipated that Tania had a son-an adorable little boy.

Seeing the tension between Peter and Tania, Noelle quickly intervened, "Aren't we here to pick up Tania?"

Peter snapped out of it, loosening his grip slightly. "Yes, we're here to pick her up."

Tania frowned. Her gaze shifted to Noelle, her eyes full of scrutiny. She tightened her hold on Brandon.

She had not expected that after three years apart, she would meet Peter under these circumstances and worse, he now had someone new by his side. It was clear he treated this woman differently from others.

Noelle smiled awkwardly. "You're Tania, right? Hi, I'm Noelle Shaw, I'm-"noveldrama

"There's no need," Tania interrupted, her voice cold. "I'm not interested in knowing who you are. Besides, I didn't come back to see any of you."

She set Brandon down. "Brandon, let's go meet your grandparents."

Noelle had not expected such a response from Tania and could sense a bit of hostility directed at her. "Tania, I—"

"Ms. Shaw, what else do you want?" Tania asked, her tone impatient as she looked at Noelle.

Noelle opened her mouth, unsure of how to proceed. "Charlie asked me to come pick you up. Uncle Henry and Aunt Nancy are at the hospital right now. Do you want to go back to the Hoffman residence or head to Charlie's place at Phoenix Tree Residence?"

Charlie?

Tania paused, her gaze shifting back to Noelle. "Charles sent you?" She glanced at Peter, asking, "You're not with him?"

"I..." Noelle chuckled awkwardly,

suddenly understanding the

situation. It turned out Tania had thought she and Peter were

somehow involved. Perhaps she

assumed they had some kind of special relationship. That would explain her attitude toward her.

"I'm Noelle, Charlie's... wife." Noelle smiled as she extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Tania froze, more shocked by this than by seeing Peter. "You said you're Charles' wife? When did that happen?" She furrowed her brows and directed the question at Peter.

Peter pursed his lips, unhappy with how Tania was treating him. However, he was still glad she was at least talking to him. "Yes, about six months ago," he replied, though his eyes never left the child in

Tania's arms. "Tania, is he

belongs to

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"He's my son, Brandon," Tania replied. "Brandon, we're in Brookville now. And as for him... call him Mr. Lennon."

Mr. Lennon!

Peter stiffened. "Y-You got married?" It took all of Peter's strength to utter those few words. "Tania, how could you? Have you forgotten? You're my wife!"

"If I'm not mistaken, we're divorced, Mr. Lennon." Tania's tone grew icy.

"As long as I haven't signed the papers, you're still my wife. That's a fact that can't be changed. Tania, until the day I die, you'll always be my wife!"

"You-"

"Peter!" Noelle noticed that Tania's expression had changed dramatically, and she saw that Brandon was clearly frightened by the exchange.

"You promised me, and Aunt Nancy

is still waiting for Tania at the

hospital." Noelle gently grabbed

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Peter's arm and squeezed it slightly.

"Peter this isn't right. Please just

wait. There's time for everything."