Novel & Cerita Anothers Wife

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

“What exactly was that?” I frowned tiredly. “What do you mean?” “You standing around with another man in the middle of the night.” A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. “Are you serious right now?” His expression remained cold. “You're still my wife, Jane.” “And you're still my husband,” I snapped back quietly. “Yet you keep bringing another woman around like she belongs in our marriage.” Nessa immediately looked uncomfortable. “Mr. Murphy,” she whispered softly, “maybe I should leave—”

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

CHAPTER 1: THE SCENT OF ANOTHER WOMAN I walked in on my husband fucking another woman while our five-year-old sat on her lap, and my legs gave out before my brain could process what I was seeing. My knees hit the marble floor with a crack that should have alerted them. It didn't. Damian kept thrusting into her like nothing in the world mattered except the sounds she was making—sounds I'd never been able to draw from him in five years of marriage. The woman, some brunette with a face full of makeup and a body that belonged on magazine covers, threw her head back and moaned loud enough to wake the dead.

“Mind your own business, Mr Jamie Anderson. Just like I am ignoring your absence last night, you should do the same.” Jamie took a step forward, halting right before Edith, adding, “You are my wife!” “Hahaha!” Edith laughed, throwing her head back, as if she heard the most ridiculous joke. “You finally realise you have a wife,” Edith said, smile vanishing from her face as quickly as it had come. “Do you know what?” Edith’s eyes displayed disgust and anger. “Last night… I spent a night with someone fantastic.” Instantly gasps filled the air, as Alanna and Freya looked at each other in shock and disbelief.

On our wedding day, Ingrid Walton and I each fold 50 paper stars that have our wishes on them and drop them into the same glass jar. We promise not to open them until our fifth anniversary. And today is our fifth anniversary. She says she's got a meeting at work, so we'll celebrate when she's done. As I can't wait any longer, I twist open the lid and start unfolding mine first. "I hope we celebrate every anniversary together." "I hope I'll always be the number one person in her heart." "I hope we grow old together." Still smiling, I start on hers. The first one says, "Remember to buy him an almond milk latte every Wednesday afternoon." The second one says, "Remember, he has a sensit

Nolan Reed could wait in Walter’s drawer, but two women in the waiting room were discussing my divorce, and neither of them knew I was three chairs away. I pulled my scarf higher and studied the fish. The hospital had insisted on a follow-up, so I had come in sunglasses, and the women sat by the tank with one phone between them. “It’s final today, apparently. The papers came through this morning.” The first woman tilted the phone toward her friend. “Good. That poor man has suffered enough.” The second woman scrolled. “Did you read the one about her? ‘The Wife Who Wasn’t There.’ My cousin is in the wives’ chat. She says the wives always found her a little... staff.”

I come across a highly upvoted answer in a forum titled, "How Far Into a Relationship Do You Need to Be Before Getting Married?" The answer reads, "I have been in a seven-year relationship. I finally get to call my dream woman my wife." I look at the photos attached to the post, with screenshots of countless daily interactions and two marriage certificates. I am slightly surprised when I notice that the woman's name is identical to my girlfriend's. It's only when I look closely at the photos that I realize Thea Jordan has cheated on me. I open the comment section, and the first comment is from Calvin Dawson, my childhood friend. "Thanks for making me your best man, Hayden! Wishing you

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Jilly looked at our red vinyl booth, her eyes wide with manufactured pity. "Jilly," I said, keeping my voice flat. "Hello." "I was just telling my date that I thought I saw you," Jilly said loudly, ensuring the people at the neighboring tables could hear her. She looked at the sticky table, then at my simple sweater. "I guess the rumors are true. I heard Arden House was struggling to secure funding, but I didn't realize things had gotten this bad. Is this really all your new husband can afford?" Sebastian went completely still. His gray eyes locked onto Jilly, a freezing, dangerous shadow crossing his face. He started to slide out of the booth.