Ben Shapiro's Wife Novels & Stories

“Stop joking with me! Help me clear my name! How can you just stand by while someone uses dirty tricks to ruin your wife?” That final word—“wife”—sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Emma truly had no shame left. She dared to remind him of a title she had single-handedly destroyed. Even the bystanders were furious on Alden’s behalf. At the lowest point of disgrace, she still refused to admit fault. Still greedy. Still shamelessly clinging to a title that no longer belonged to her. It was pathetic… and utterly despicable.

As the man was about to meet Jonathan at his residence, Abravo informed him that the young master Bryan was looking for was taking his wife to the hospital after an accident this morning. "Ah yes, an incident occurred this morning that required my wife to be taken to the hospital." "Then, what is your wife's condition now? Go ahead; I'm waiting in the hospital corridor as Abravo told me," said the man on the other side of the line. There was a note of panic in his tone. Jonathan's eyebrows knitted together in surprise. He had not expected Bryan to move so quickly when he learned that Jonathan's wife was in the middle of a disaster.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

I reached his ward, slid the door open, and stepped inside. “Good morning, husb—” The words died in my throat. My fingers tightened around the basket handle at the sight in front of me—Nathaniel was sitting up in bed. And seated way too close to him was that fucking ginger-haired—Shoshana Bates. His ex-fiancée. The woman who was supposed to be his wife—until he got confined to a wheelchair, and her family canceled their perfect, fairytale wedding. She looked just as flawless as ever, dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a beige skirt.

When Evan moved to his marital home, the Thompsons asked her to take care of the newlywed couple. She had known Shantelle since she was in high school. The Scotts were constant visitors to the Thompson's home. Thus, Mrs. Shaw was aware of her kind nature, but Shantelle slowly changed since she married Evan. Mrs. Shaw tried to mind her own business, but this time, she could not help but give Shantelle her advice. If they were both unhappy with the marriage, why stay? "Have you decided?" Mrs. Shaw asked. Shantelle nodded and faintly replied, "Yes, I have."

he said again Stella nodded, she immediately explained that the woman who was currently sitting in front of her was Shaquelle. The wife of a businessman named Jerry, and the wife who impudently passed away by her husband while pregnant. Not to mention that her husband is currently in a coma due to an accident. "I still can't believe it, please state your full name." said Fabiola. "Shaquelle Tiffany Bryce." he replied and made Fabiola gawk. ***

One of the entertainment news anchor said facing the screen as they zoomed in on one of the pictures I had taken today and compared it with all the other pictures I had taken with my rings on. "A reliable source who has chosen to remain anonymous informed us that Aleena Berkeley, the supposed mistress, moved into their home and since then Ariana had moved out of the house. It is obvious that their marriage is hitting the rocks and it's so sad that they're ending things this roughly because they've been one of America's favorite couple for a while and it's heartbreaking to see them split up so soon." The dude who I was seeing for the first time on screen said.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

"It's too late. I don't want to anymore. Your heart was never with us, so what difference does it make whether we're officially married or not? Besides, I already have a new wife, and she is far more devoted than you ever were." Lillian looked devastated. She clutched the corner of my shirt, and her lips quivered as she pleaded with me. "Can you give me one more chance? I'll make it up to you and Rosie!" I pushed her away. "It's over between us. Let go of me! I don't want my wife to see this." As soon as my words fell, my wife, Vivienne Schwartz, came home, holding Rosie's hand. The two of them were inseparable. Anyone would think they were a biological mother and daughter.

“Johnny, are you still mad at me? “Tomorrow’s my mom’s birthday. Come join us. My family and I will be there. Remember to bring a gift.” I agreed. As for the gift, I would bring the court notice confirming my divorce filing. The next day, I took it with me to Mrs. Shelby’s birthday banquet. The moment I entered, every member of the Shelby family turned to me. Their expressions varied, but all of them equally looked at me with obvious contempt. “He’s Sophia’s husband, the Shelby family’s son-in-law.” “Son-in-law, my foot! He’s nothing more than just a maid or babysitter. He lives off Sophia. That’s his only place.”