Ben Shapiro's Wife Novels & Stories

A shadow fell across Francine's eyes, her gaze dark and fixed intently on Beverly. "So, you have a heart condition too," she murmured under her breath. "That's right!" Tabitha retorted angrily. "Marvin is lucky Beverly is relatively unharmed. If anything serious had happened, James would have certainly torn your family apart without a second thought." Wanda hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Ms. Chapman, Beverly is my daughter-in-law. Our families are now related through marriage, and things should never have come to this. But Carly and Marvin have truly been disappointing."

He silently listens to me, honoring my words in his heart though they are dipped in melancholy and clothed in sackcloth. “Hoshea might've thought in his heart that surely the woman would change after they married but she never did. I don't think Hoshea started doubting his wife in the very beginning but day after day, he'd have started catching her lies. Those who wanted his good might have warned him that the woman wasn't good for him but Hoshea chose to obey his God.” “I pitied him. Honestly.” He released a ‘tsk’ sound, gaze lowering to the floor that was spotless.

Even Brian could hardly believe that it was his wife who had been with him for the past twelve years, whom he loved with all his heart. Brian, who was afraid of losing Azzura, of course, immediately agreed to this marriage. How could he possibly live without his wife? Azzura is half his soul and his whole breath. "Brother Brian. Are you ready!" asked the chief. Brian had not seen the woman who would become his second wife. But Brian didn't care at all. He swore never to touch her to the tip of his fingernail. "Ready!" Brian replied forcefully. He glanced at his wife, who kept a calm face. Actually, what is Azzura currently planning to make him look like a puppet?

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

" My husband, Aaron McKinzie, jabbed a finger toward my face as he shouted. The crystal chandeliers overhead were blinding. In an instant, the warm, elegant atmosphere of the charity gala froze into icy condemnation. "How could Mrs. McKinzie be so childish? Picking a moment like this to make a scene?" "Mr. McKinzie is working to change the fate of countless children. How can she stand in his way?" "What marital issue can't be dealt with in private? Even if she won't support her husband's work, she shouldn't use other children's lives as leverage!" The whispers pierced me like needles, cementing my reputation as a woman causing trouble for no reason. But I ignored them all. Nothing was left i

Then he heard his wife’s voice, warm and bright in a way it hadn’t been in weeks. “Hubby, our Shana is here.” The words hit him like a physical force, stopping him mid-stride. Our Shana? He moved quickly to the parlor entrance, his polished shoes silent on the tiles. The scene before him was both impossible and disarming - his wife standing proudly beside the young woman from the wedding - Shana, while Brian and Valerie watched, their twins playing quietly nearby. The air in the room felt different, charged not with tension, but with something unfamiliar and fragile.

Then: "I'll make coffee." Diane Okafor was not my therapist, though she had the instincts for it. She was a family court judge who had known me since law school, and she was the only person outside the original agreement who knew the full story of Lily. Not the surface version. The real one, including the part where I had carried a baby for my best friend and then raised that baby alone when the world collapsed. She listened to everything without interrupting, which was one of her best qualities. I told her about Elias on the doorstep, about Dorothy, about Marcus.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.