Amatuer Wife Stories Novels & Stories

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

In response, Jared teased, "We just got married and you're already trying to be a possessive wife? I'll give you my company's account book tomorrow." Nicole darted her eyes at him. "It's okay. I don't have time for that." Jared proceeded to pull her into a loving embrace. "That's right. You're carrying a baby now, and I don't want to see you exhausting yourself." Nicole furrowed her brows as she thought, 'This man just loves teasing me.' They then took a seat and had their dinner with some wine. "Not bad," Nicole said as she found that the food in Ramania tasted pretty good.

Belle added a smile. It’s Leo’s story to tell. He seems decent, almost nice enough to be her friend. Knowing his story would help her understand him more. “There’s not much to tell. I already have a family.” He added. It was like a rehearsed line, he said again and again. “But once upon a time, there was this lady, from a wealthy clan, who married an Italian entrepreneur. They were happy. It was a perfect marriage. In their world, there was nothing money couldn’t buy… and yet, a love match was a luxury. And they had it, not instantly, though.

Do you think by marrying me you will get limitless money, a luxurious life? "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life?

Abhimaan put one leg on the other and kept his head on the chair leaning back and said in low dangerous tone while curling his hand in tight fist under the table "The one you are asking me to return is not your sister Janhavi Mathur, my wife Janhavi Abhimaan Rana Pratap Singh so throw the thought of taking my wife away from me out of your mind because it can never happen. She is my wife and she will be with me till my last breath” Hearing him Atul lost his control on his anger and got from the chair pushing it back. He banged his both hands on the table “Take advantage of the compulsion of her father to take a sign from that girl on a paper without her knowledge, you do not become her husban

Amber shrugged. "Huh, Amber listen, I don't intend to compete with you. This is also foreign to me. I know you are Raka's lover, but for me, Raka is my husband, "I don't know where the courage comes from where I say this. Amber's face stiffened. "What ?. say one more time the words that come out of your damn mouth. You dare to call Raka your husband, are you sure? "Amber's tone was more trembling than before.

She said in an exaggerated tone. I laugh at her reaction. “Go! Laugh at me!” She pouted her lips. I rolled my eyes. “Just continue your story.” "Hmph! As what I am saying, your husband rejected me because as per him he’s already in love with someone else.” I raised my brow. She grin. “You will like what will I tell you. You don’t need to raise your brow.” I smiled at her. "Tsk. Obviously he is referring to you!” Then she pointed her finger on me.

you with a lady?” She is talking like she is Conner’s wife. “Excuse me miss, I am his fiancé. Conner is not on a business trip. We are currently arranging everything that we need for our wedding which will be happening in two weeks.” I confidently answered. However, Amber just laughed and said, “Are you kidding me? Oh please! Whoever you are dream on! Conner is mine! We have been dating for almost a year now and if he is to marry, it should be me.” This woman has some nerve! I won’t let this thick-faced b*tch win this battle. I raised my head high as if to emphasize that I am the queen. “Hmp! We’ll see who is dreaming. Don’t forget to watch the news or check the social media.” Amber lost he

I carefully packed Mom's ashes, ready to head home. Seeing me alone, the crematorium attendant asked curiously, "Young man, where's your wife? Surely she should be here to support you through all this?" I glanced down at my phone. "I took Sean for a drive along the beach. I'll be back later." I forced a bitter smile. I'd suggested going to the beach many times before, but she always turned me down, claiming she had a migraine. "Don't ever bring up the beach again. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."