Amateur Wife Interracial Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to listen! Don’t you understand? If I give in, if I admit I’m sick, then I’m not the man I’ve been my whole life. I’m not Jason Carlisle. I’m… less.” Her eyes filled. She went to him, kneeling by his chair. She took his hand, pressing it to her heart. “Listen to me. You are not less. You are more than the titles, more than the strength. You are my husband. You are Lila’s father. You are the man who stood on a stage and faced down corruption. But you don’t have to fight this alone. Not with me here. Not with us.” His throat tightened. For a moment, the mask cracked. But then he shook his head, whispering, “I don’t know how to not fight.”

“ your husband has a wife at Australia but he was recently kidnapped and his wife at Australia believes you are responsible. This can only be easy if you just….. “ wait, my husband is Aaron McNair and his uncle is John McNair. I’m Mrs McNair doesn’t mean I’m John McNair wife. The person in this sit supposed to be Cynthia McNair and not me. I’ve tried explaining but you and your people wouldn’t listen” Amanda said for the lady to chuckle. “ we see this all the time, denying with evidence but trust me, I’m not going to give in to your words until I got what I want” The lady said for Amanda to nod.

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

Amber grunted, as always unable to hide her irritation. “Oh, don’t be sad, Amber. It's just that my son and his wife are very conservative. After that terrible scene that happened between you and Casey Campbell... Well, let's just say they're encouraging Jane to find... More suitable friendships.” Margareth said, with false kindness “Maybe another time you can talk again. Maybe at a Bianchi party. I mean, you will still keep in touch with Alice now that she is the wife of the CEO of the Bianchi Group, right?”

Or rather, like a polished, sophisticated version of what I could be if I wasn't playing the role of pathetic wife. "Amber," Damien said, his voice warm in a way it never was when he spoke to me, "this is my wife, Adriana. Adriana, this is Amber Chen." Chen. We shared a last name, though mine was fake and hers was presumably real. "It's lovely to meet you," I said, extending my hand and letting my voice come out soft and uncertain. Amber's handshake was firm, confident, the grip of someone who'd never been made to feel small.

I said to my personal assistant. "Okay, sir, but do you think that there's something going on between this person and your wife?" My personal assistant asked me. "Something like what?" I asked him. "I mean, do you think that your wife is having an affair with this person?" He asked me, and with that I clenched my fist angrily as I thought about the possibility of Amelia having an affair with that good-for-nothing man I saw her at the restaurant with. Maybe that was the reason why she was now so determined on signing the divorce agreement; she has found someone else, and I no longer mean anything to her.

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

“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.”

"You always wanted me to go public with our relationship, right? Fine. I'll tell everyone about us. There. Happy? You want a candlelit dinner? I'll have it with you. You want a ring? I'll buy it." Caleb had been quietly listening up until that point. But now he spoke up, his voice full of hurt. "Alexia..." She didn't have time for him. She grabbed me and started introducing me to the coworkers. "Everyone, I haven't properly introduced you. This is Elliot, my husband. We've been married for seven years. Caleb and I are just normal coworkers. The only reason I was good to Caleb was because of his talent. From now on, stop spreading rumors about us. My husband doesn't have a big heart for that