All Round Wife Novels & Stories

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

“But I’m here if you need me.” Annabelle turned around just then, holding up a pair of sparkling earrings. “Look at these! Aren’t they perfect?” Andreas tore his gaze away from me, offering her a smile. “They look great,” he said, his tone lighter now, as if the moment between us had never happened. Annabelle’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’re both the best,” she declared. “Thanks for helping me pick. I’m going to look amazing at this party.” Annabelle glanced up, looking first at Andreas and then at me and gave a laugh, waving her hand at us. “Oh, please! You two don’t have to pretend to be so distant around me,” she teased with a grin. “I know you’re married, you know.”

I had spent years in rooms full of people who said everything except what they meant and had started to think that was just how things worked. Mara Ellison apparently did not get that memo. ************** Dorothy called Tuesday morning to tell me she liked her. "She's careful," my mother said. "But not cold. There's a difference." "I know." "Do you?" It wasn't a question. "Elias, she's been alone with that child for three years. She built everything by herself and she's still standing. Do you understand what that takes?" "Yes." "I don't think you do yet." She paused, and I heard her breathe in the particular way she did when she was choosing her next words carefully. "She looked at you twice

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

The new rumor would suddenly be that she was whoring on the top floor. “I heard you went whoring around for Liam, and now you’re married to Roland Beaumont”, he folded his arms with a condescending grin. Whore. Weren’t they tired of the word? If anything she was unilaterally used by Liam. At least whores got paid. “And? Did you come here to exchange housewife gossip? I haven’t heard anything about you, you faded into obscurity, but I could cook up some stories to please you if you wish”, Aria fired back, her other hand beside her thigh tracing her knife.

Adrian turned first and pushed the door wider. The room was dark. Empty. Except on the bed, someone had laid out Clara’s white wedding dress. Across the bodice, written in red lipstick, were five words. LET THE NEW WIFE WEAR IT.

I am done with married women. The End