Amatuer Wife Sharing Novels & Stories

At our baby's one-month celebration, my wife, Emilia Hayes, decides to hold a vote. Anyone who thinks the baby should take my last name votes A. Anyone who thinks the baby should take her first love, Alex Mitchell's, last name votes B. Every relative and friend at the table votes for Alex. And yet, when Emilia's family is at its lowest, I am the one who gives her the money to start her business and helps put her younger brother, Elliot Hayes, through college. Elliot, who used to proudly tell everyone I am part of his family, laughs the loudest. "Ryan has been devoted to Emilia for 15 years. There's no way he'd risk losing his wife and son over a last name." Emilia notices my discomfo

Amber scoffed, suddenly pulling her hand away from Peter. "While I know that today's events were orchestrated by your brother, I can still sense that Vicky means something to you! Even though our marriage is a business arrangement, I expect you to honor the contract. As your wife, I cannot tolerate my husband keeping in contact with his ex-girlfriends. I hope you'll handle your past relationships properly. Until then, don't come into my room." Amber's words made sense, but I could also sense a bit of frustration in her tone. After expressing her feelings, she pouted and reverted to her usual spoiled childlike expression.

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

"I can't have kids anymore; how much do you reckon that's worth? "You let that homewrecker into our lives, trashed my name, stripped me of my chance to be a mom. How much do you think can make up for that, Wilson?!" Wilson looked me over, his expression darkening, and then his grip on my hand loosened. "The baby's gone, and you're saying you don't share some of the blame? "What do you do all day besides chores? You don't care about your looks, and you don't get the grind of the working world. I'm too ashamed to show you off, and I can't even find anything to talk to you about!

The blonde woman in a white dress looks over at us and her red lips stretches into a smile as Robert goes on to greet her husband, whom he seems to be close acquainted with. “Good day. You are not April,” she say, eyes scanning me up and down. I clamp my teeth together, although my lips are still pulled into a decent smile. At least I hope it is decent. “No, I'm not,” I say through clenched teeth. She chuckles, although there is nothing warm about it. “I am Amber Walker. Married to Jimmy Walker,” she says pointing to her husband, who owns a large estate in Brussel. “Jennifer Schultz,” I say simply as I take a seat and look elsewhere, where her face isn't.

Because for the first time since this marriage began— Xavier Cortez sounds emotionally attached to his wife.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

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.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."