Anothers Wife Novels & Stories

“ Uncle, I had no idea you were bringing a guest. And a very familiar one at that. The subtle stress in his tone caused Anita's fingers to crul into fist. She forced herself to stand upright, her heart racing in ears. Nathan, who had remained quiet until now, spoke calmly but with authority. “She's my wife.” The world appeared to pause. A hush settled over the guest nearby, curious glance darting in their direction. Anita's throat felt drier. The word “ wife” sounded foreign and unreal, like a script she hasn't yet memorized.

Lorena asked politely placing her hand on his arm. Ashton hated his wife sometimes and this being those times. She doesn't know what to speak, where to speak, how to speak. Her tongue moved faster than her mind and it was all filthy and vulgar. His dear wife was cursing another woman in front of so many people. Her etiquettes resembled that of a roadside thug and her attire was just not at all acceptable. Lorena's beautiful eyes held so much peace and calmness in contrast to his wife's chaotic ones.

“ W…W…Wife ? “ said Anna with a shocked and nervous tone . “ Yes , my wife . She is the wife of Aron Caddel yet you dare accuse her of playing around with my best friend . You really have quite an imagination . Are you perhaps used to playing around with your boyfriend’s best friends so had the delusion to mistake my wife’s with yourself ? You really need a serious check up . “ said Aron looking at her disgusted . Anna became immensely angry and embarrassed as Ora couldn’t’ help but laugh at his comment .

“But I am your wife, remember?” Adonis eyebrows raised. “A contract wife, is also counted as a wife?” “What does that mean?” Caitrona furrows her big eyes at him. She looks at him angrily and pushes him from her way as she bounces in. “Of course it counts.” “Its written in black and white, I saw it clearly,” she pushes his pillows down then places hers on the bed, she lay down and rolls to the side angrily. Adonis turns around from the door and walks closer to the bed then climbs on it and rolls Caitrona over, facing him and climbs around her. Her eyes immediatdiately opens with shock as she stares deeply at him looking frightened.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

She replied “Sorry, I'm just...” “Girl, you should have let me confront him then, him and his ho” Ana suggested “She's actually really nice” I said to her “Who is?” Ana asked in confusion “His wife” I replied “Which one is his wife?” She asked “There's his wife” I said pointing down to one of the pictures “Ohh...” She said and gave me a silly look then we both smile “Mia, is that the same woman he travelled with?” Ana asked

There were some whispers in the crowd but they were nothing more than that, just whispers. Too add more flair to her story, she stops moving around like she'd been doing while the story was lighthearted. "That midnight, I got home by one in the morning and met my husband, Charles in bed with another woman..." There was a collective gasp. "This other woman had been introduced to me during the wedding as a distant cousin of his, so she'd been family..." Another gasp, even louder than the last. Bethany takes a deep breath. "That wasn't the worst, oh not at all. But it turned out she was not a distant cousin but she's my husband's second wife."

the woman asked, making a dirty face at Monica. "Yes, she's my wife," Anton replied softly. Monica's heart rumbled, but she couldn't get angry because if she did, the despicable woman would be happy to see her angry. "Excuse me, do you know my husband?" Monica asked. "Yes, we are very familiar because we used to be classmates," the woman replied sternly. "Hemm school friends, anyway," said Monica. "Anton, if you have a wife, she should be pretty. Tell her to dress up, your ex-girlfriend and wife are pretty," said the woman.

“And thank the gods your mother didn’t live to see what you’ve become.” “Adrian.” Steel rang. I drew my blade as I rose unsteadily. He answered in kind—just as he had years ago, just as he would again in a future neither of us yet understood. Eight years of marriage in another life. Eight years of drawing swords over Elara. Never striking. Never yielding. My strength failed. My legs gave out—and I fell forward. Strong arms caught me. For the briefest moment, panic flickered across his face. “…Elise?”

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.