All Round Wife Novels & Stories

And I couldn't blame her for being ironic since everyone else thought that Davis and I were still the perfect couple. I forced an insincere smile to my face and made my way into the party with the woman following behind me, her face filled with flattery. Soon, another woman joined. “Ah! Mrs Gates, you're glowing. Your husband is taking good care of you. You keep getting more beautiful by the day.” “Of course, Mr Davis loves his wife the most. Can't you see how in love they are?” “You must be so proud of your husband, he brought the Gates group this far. When are you going to join him at the company?”

The kind of thinning that happens when a person is working to keep their face neutral and their face is not fully cooperating. "And walked out just as quickly," she replied. "That says enough, doesn't it?" No. It didn't. If anything it raised more questions. Because Aria leaving without looking back was not the behaviour of a woman who had come to prove something. It was the behaviour of a woman who had already proved it and had no need to watch the reaction. I stepped back slightly. Just enough to create space between us. Because something wasn't aligning. Aria had never chased attention. I knew that about her. Even when we were married she had moved through rooms the same way, quiet and se

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

She knew he was there. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Adrian broke the silence. “First, you disappeared,” he said. “Then you came back with a different identity... and you thought I wouldn’t find out?” Aria’s kept her gaze on the city. “Mr. Wolfe,” she said calmly, “we don’t have a relationship.” A pause followed. “I was never your real wife. I was a stand-in. A contract.” Her tone didn’t change. “You knew that before the wedding. And you still went through with it.”

But little did she knew, that there is nothing like 'un-wife'. She brushed her teeth and then discarded the T-shirt in the laundry basket. Getting inside the shower she turned on the faucet and stood under it. 'They are very bad, I will tell them to un-wife me, I don't want to live with them, they don't need a wife but a toy because they like to push and pull, once I will have money I will buy barbie dolls for them so they can do whatever they want to do with her, either push or pull, they can even change her dress too instead of tearing it, but will they look good playing with a Barbie at such age? Why do I care? They hurt me.' she was angrily thinking about them while rubbing herself by a

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."