Anothers Wife Novels & Stories

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

Another comment appeared. “She knew he loved another woman and still married him. Some women have absolutely no shame.” My fingers froze. I continued reading. “Jewel and Jayson were together first. Betty was clearly after his money.” Another person replied beneath it. “Exactly. She stole another woman’s man and now wants sympathy because he doesn’t love her.” My chest tightened. I scrolled faster, hoping the next comments would be different. They were not. “She knew what she was getting herself into.” “Imagine being someone’s contract wife and thinking you’re the love of his life.”

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

Then she heard the clicking of heels. “Oh look now. My stupid wife is here. She did just as I'd instructed her to do. Looks like she does have a brain after all.” Anatoly said and looked at the woman with him. She had blue eyes, long dark hair and a thin slender figure which only went down to her waist because her hip was huge. “I didn't know you were... married, Mr Anatoly,” The woman whispered, and Nadia heard Anatoly huff out with a snort.

The woman who smell ed of vanilla and amber was not my mate. She might be the one who killed the others. And I had left my wife alone in a house with her.

Before tossing my wife's jacket in the wash, I checked the pockets and found a bill for maintenance fees. The address was for the apartment directly above ours. My wife, Teresa Payne, was listed as the owner. I stood there gripping the bill, my fingers going cold. For the past six months, she always seemed to be working late, often not coming home until well after dark. More than once, I noticed her car in the garage long after she left for work. Whenever I asked, she would say, "Gas is so expensive now. It's easier to just take the subway. Besides, it saves us a little money." I actually appreciated her watching our spending. Now, it all made sense. On those nights she claimed to be

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi