Romans & histoires A Wife And Mother Fan Fiction

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

Owen P.O.V "OWEN BROWN, YOU BETTER HAVE SOME EXPLANATION FOR THIS ARTICLE! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT? YOU SAID YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, THEN WHO ARE THESE WOMEN YOU’RE FOOLING AROUND WITH?!” I winced at the sound of my mother’s voice blasting through the speaker of my phone. She always had a way of making everything feel like the end of the world, especially when it came to the mess that was my love life—or lack thereof.

He has a fit but muscular body that makes every female from the tribe drool and fall for him, if only he were not married to my mother. My mother, Freya, is the most beautiful female in the tribe. She has soft and wavy honey-blonde hair that bounces elegantly with her every move, and her sapphire eyes glisten in the light like a brilliant gem. My mother has two other male partners beside my father: Drake, a black snake, and Dov, a brown bear. She loves the other two males, despite my father being the Alpha. She loves her children, but she is indifferent to my father, which breaks my heart.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

“No, she isn’t. That woman is not my mother. Mothers don’t abandon their children. They love them. When has she ever shown she loved me?” “Your mom is sick. She left because she wasn’t a good mom and knew it.” I nod, “So I deserve no mom at all because she couldn’t step up? Is that what you’re saying?” “Don’t be difficult, Elanor.” “You’ve had a long day. Why don’t you rest?” I stand to leave. “When did you become so cold? Is it because your husband cheats?”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

"Oh, spare me your sudden chivalry, Graham. You’ve spent years complaining about that woman. You’ve called her worse yourself! So what is this? Why are you suddenly acting like she’s some prize you can’t live without?" I clenched my fists, my knuckles aching from the earlier destruction, the blood still crusted on my skin. "Because she is," I snapped, my voice raw, my control slipping. "She’s my wife. And I’m bringing her back." My mother’s face twisted in disgust. "You’re delusional." She took another step closer, her voice dropping to a venomous hiss. "You should be grateful she left by herself. Don’t you notice how fresher the air is? How lighter everything feels without her dragging you

I didn't know if my now husband will let me continue pursuing dreams? "I know what you are, me and my mother know Omegas like you. A gold digger who only wants our money." I knew that time, that my future husband will fulfill all those fantasies of mine. I didn't know if my future husband will be as romantic as I had dreamed due to all those fan fictions I read about him. I didn't knew, what future has in front of me? Will mine dreams will crumble like a paper? My husband and my mother-in-law are already planning to kick me out of their life.

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.