Novel & Cerita Anothers Wife

“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Ethan turned on him fully now, the papers still crushed in his hand. “You had no right to interfere in my marriage.” Damian’s gaze stayed level. “You stopped behaving like a husband long before I became involved.” “She’s still my wife!” “Then perhaps you should have remembered that before bringing your mistress into her life.” The words landed cleanly. Victoria’s shoulders tensed. Margaret made a small sound in her throat. Samuel remained seated, watching everything with an expression I could not read.

She had meant only to fetch a glass of water, but she had stood frozen in front of the couple's door far too long. Curiosity won. Quietly, she stooped and peeked through the keyhole — and her jaw dropped at the sight of that great, rigid thing sliding in and out of her stepsister's body. Indri went hot and cold by turns watching the husband and wife make love in one position after another. Rahma's moans climbed higher and higher, until for the umpteenth time she flew up into the clouds, while Raymond looked as though he had barely begun. "Insane… Ray is hung like a horse, and Rahma has already come how many times?" Indri marveled inwardly, and she could no longer bear to keep watching their

How annoying. "You're still the same, Mia. As cold as a moon." He shook his head. "Old Williams, now please excuse us. My wife and I had something to discuss with each other. Shall we, my wife?" "Oh no, husband. You continue your conversation with Mister Williams, I am also going to talk to the other ladies." John Anderson arched a brow at his wife. Ladies? Mia Anderson gave her husband a look. A light passed in his eyes as he smiled at her. She wanted to brag about Zaria to other women. How could she be so cute?

Alice, listening on Wayne’s other side, was wearing a disbelieving expression. Jarred moved next to Alice. “There are a lot of rumors going around about this guy. Some says he’s imprisoned his wife at home so she can’t cheat on him. Or that his marriage was fake and he doesn’t actually love the woman. It’s all for show. Wayne Anderson’s married but not many people know who his wife is, what she looks like, what she does… So many stories have cropped up. But don’t believe any of those. This guy’s head over heels about his wife. But I guess it’s true he’s afraid someone will try to take her away from him.”

Who wears makeup at home? “What is this?” scowled the old woman in a fury. Anita took a step backward and looked like a frightened child, her eyes wide and dazed. “This…” the stranger moved to his right as he put his arm around Anita and drew her close. “My wife, Mrs. Anita King.” Anita stiffened, not moving a muscle, daring to breathe as everyone’s eyes were on her. She felt exposed, one of the many reasons she hated attention. “Is this a joke?” the old woman yelled in fury as she stood up.

I whispered. “No, we’ll buy from here.” He sounded impatient as he led me towards a woman. “Delilah, this is my wife, Anacá. Please, can you help her revamp her wardrobe?” The woman looked thrilled and clasped her hands in excitement. I was immediately suspicious. Did my husband sleep with this woman too? How else did he know her by her name? “Sure, bro.” She smiled at me. “Hi, I’m Eros’s cousin. Come with me. I’ll show you the latest designs that have come in. They’re the best in the market.”

Andre stammered. As the ladies ushered Enza upstairs to change, he headed to the exit. He heard the whispers of other ladies . Many of them wondering what was going on with their men. One of the ladies complained that her husband had nearly ripped all of her clothes off in the middle of a friends wedding. Another mentioned that she had to make love to her husband twice before getting there and he remained ravenous. He heard bits of stories from a few more women as he went outside.

She couldn’t shake off the resentment she felt towards him for his past actions. Noah’s words lingered in her mind, particularly when he referred to her as his wife. It annoyed her, knowing that he had no right to claim such a title when he was still involved with Willow and known for his promiscuity. She tried to push aside the physical reaction she had towards him, reminding herself that she deserved better. Not like she would be jumping into a relationship with anyone anytime soon.

“Then tell me.” I closed my eyes and let the words tumble out, heavy and raw. “Do you know what it feels like when your own husband doesn’t see you as a wife anymore? When he brings other women into your own bed, our matrimonial bed and lies with them as though you don’t even exist?” Elena froze, her mouth parting, but I pressed on as the memories spilled too fast now.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me