Romans & histoires A Wife And A Mother Game

A voice from deep in the house answered, “In here, sweetie. “ We followed the voice to find an older version of my wife standing in the kitchen with gray hair. I'll take it. This is her mother. “ Hi, Mom, it smells good here. “My wife went to hug her mother, leaving me standing in the doorway awkwardly, something that I have never experienced in my life. With a big smile, “ I'm making your favorite. “ She looked over my wife's head and locked eyes with me. “ This is the man who has been keeping my daughter away.” My wife's cheek turned red while I was wishing the floor would open and swallow me. “ Ma, “ My wife cleared her throat and said, “This is my husband, Thane Kline.” A playful look wa

Mom frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she shook her head at me. “The woman is my wife, mother, and the two of us are not children for you to control us this way. Don’t get me wrong, but I do not appreciate being treated like a kid, and my wife is not a child for you to treat her the way that you just did. Plus, there is the fact that she is MY wife, and I would appreciate it if you respect not to interfere with what she does and doesn’t do as long as I am around and alive. If I assign you to take care of her, then please do so, otherwise, I would advise that you stay away from her.” I said, looking mom in the eye. Mom frowned in confusion, and I shook my head as I waited for what

Remind him to play slow because his wife is pregnant with their second child. In the woman's simple room, there was the sound of sighs from the two of them channeling their respective needs.

[ Adeline ] “Mom, I didn’t want to give you stress and it’s not something that I can’t handle on my own.” I said to my mother while glaring the cunning witch in front of me. The hell will loose break on her if she tries to drag my family in this dirty game. “Ade, this isn’t business or a marital fight between you and Xavier. She is a living human being, your husband’s first wife. Do you have any idea what does it mean?” Mom looked at me painfully, her moistened eyes reflected her pain.

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

She wiped her tears and nodded again. Liam waited until I seemed calmer, then suddenly made a run for the door. Like I'd let him escape. The moment he moved, I lunged forward and slammed him back down. I kicked him hard and yelled, "You scumbag! How dare you threaten my wife! And now you're trying to run?" Liam crouched on the floor with his hands over his head, taking every hit and every shout. When I finally got tired, he dropped to his knees and banged his head against the floor, begging, "I swear I didn't know she was your wife. I had no idea. Please let me go!"

"She's basically inhuman. Her daughter was in critical condition, her dad died in an accident, and her husband had heart problems, yet she was still out there, having fun with her side piece. Does she have any shred of humanity left?" "If she never loved her husband, why get married in the first place?" "Why do I feel like that other man looks kind of familiar…" The once-joyous wedding venue had turned into a total disaster zone. I didn't just expose the videos—I also hired people to completely trash the place. The friends who'd come to celebrate all slipped away with their heads down, and many of them gave Janice looks full of contempt, especially the company's business partners.

“I’ve already been hurt. What can you possibly do that would scare me more than what he did?” That lands harder than I expect. His mouth opens, then shuts. I leave him with that. That night, curled up in the massive, sterile bed of the guest room, I whisper to the silent, dark house. “You wanted to play games, Mom?” I grin, cold and vicious, at the ceiling. “The game just changed. And the prize is your husband.” To Be Continued…