My Wife Is A Stranger

Prologue

(Don't read this book if you haven't finished book one: My Husband Is A Stranger)

She disappeared, without goodbyes, letters, or even signs that she might come back to Tristan again.

He waited for who knows how long inside of the hotel where he lost her, he wouldn’t budge no matter who it was that was trying to get him to go home.

But despite all of his suffering, she didn’t return, she didn’t come to console him to tell him it was all just a misunderstanding.

A week passed by and he realized that something may have happened to her, he looked for her for months, until he just realized years had passed by.

Two years have passed since his wife, Clara, disappeared, he got drunk and drunk, lost his will to continue living until he collapsed in their bedroom.

That’s where he noticed a strange envelope hidden over there as he grabbed and examined it despite his head was killing him due to his nonstop drinking.

After reading the envelope, he knew it was time for him to reach his sobriety and look for his wife. This protector of hers is probably the main reason why his wife disappeared.

Finding his wife was difficult with the threat of Onyx roaming around the corner, they’re more powerful than ever as Vladimir was seeking the ultimate revenge.

After being in a tight position, he just realized that he was leaning back to back with his wife as both of them had guns on their hands, “Hubby? What are you doing here?!”

“You have to leave or they’ll go after your life again,” She cried and it wasn’t how imagined Tristan their meeting again would be.

“Wife, why did you leave me? You promised not to break my heart,” Tristan demanded an answer as Clara kept firing at people that were trying to kill them both at that plaza.

“Tristan, there’s something you need to know,” Clara almost teared up as she tried to fight the urge not to cry, she endured two years not being with the man she loves deeply.

“I’m the Queen of Crestfallen Kingdom, the highest rank in the pyramid of the mafia underground,”

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