Boss Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce Again Novels & Stories

"Love? Are you stupid? This isn't for his wife. Today is Tracy's birthday, remember? And Bernard just got that promotion at the construction company. They're celebrating two things, and neither of them has anything to do with that pathetic wife of his." "Tracy's birthday?" the first voice said with realization. "Oh right, I forgot. But still, what if his wife shows up and sees this party? She's going to be furious when she realizes it's not for her." Bernard's voice boomed through the house, slurred from alcohol. "If that worthless woman dares to say anything to me, I'll throw these divorce papers right in her face. I'm so tired of pretending to care about her. I can't wait for her to give m

as Salvatore addressed. “Congratulations,” The Boss said, his voice tight and his hold strong on my hands. I only nodded, refusing to say a word since I could not trust my voice. “Pardon, my wife, she has not been resting well since the wedding planning started,” Salvatore said. “I understand, planning a wedding can be a bit hectic. Maybe you should take her out for a while so that she can get some fresh air,” The Boss suggested, his voice still tight and void, not fooling me that he was any better.

Should have reminded him of separate bedrooms, of contracts, of boundaries we'd established without negotiating. I didn't move. "Practice," I said. "Now." "Now." His other hand found my hip, pulled me closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of him, the controlled precision of his breathing, the rhythm of his heart that wasn't as steady as he wanted it to be. "For Thursday. For the cameras. For Rachel, who will be watching for every crack." "And if there are cracks?" "Then we lose." His mouth was near my ear, not touching, almost touching, the warmth of his breath against my skin. "She takes Ava. She takes the company. She takes everything I've built because I couldn't convince three

I had to move the phone from my ear for some seconds before placing it back. "Your boss is your ex-husband?!!" She yelled again. "Pipe down, Liya. The kids might hear you. They'll never approve of this." I said frantically. I kept checking the stairs to see if any of them were coming down. "I need this job, okay? I need money." She sighed. "Can you manage?" "Of course, why not? Besides, he has a girlfriend now. I know very well how to respect my boundaries. I'm just here to live a good life." I shrugged.

The old woman said. Bo then took a step back and pointed toward my office. At this point, I looked up at him with puffy eyes full of tears. I could see the anger in his eyes mixed with sadness before he said, "We can continue our conversation in my wife's office." The woman looked at him all confused because she didn't know that Master Bo was married. Technically we aren't but he treats me as if we are. "Master Bo? Do you have a wife? I was not invited to the ceremony." The woman said as she began to walk toward my office.

I asked. “Boss. It’s your wife.. She’s gone.”

“To fucking take your anger on me, I’m your wife. I’m supposed to share and know your problems, to solve them with you and not you tossing me around like a basketball. I am” “And I am your boss, i am also your husband. You listen to me when im talking, we are only married on paper.”He cuts in, slammed his hand on the desk, as he stood to his feet. His touring figure casting a huge shadow that covered a part of his work office.

“So what you are saying is, Rose is your real wife, but you fell in love with her substitute after she fled, and now, the main wife is back and wants to take her place, but since neither of you want to let go, the real bride now wants the substitute dead?” “The summary… yes!” I retorted, “So help me find proof before things get worse.” “Why don't you divorce the main wife and marry the substitute you are in love with?” He reasoned out loud, “Problem solved! Everyone would know their place.” “It's more complicated than that,” I responded. “The chairwoman wants me to be married to Rose due to business, breaking the news that I'm in love with someone that isn't my real wife would also damage th

she said with a strained smile, “why don’t we go say hello to Mr. Donovan? He’s been eager to see you.” Translation: Stop embarrassing me in front of the family. Keira let herself be dragged away, her mother’s grip locked firmly on her arm. If she survived this night without flipping a table, it’d be a miracle. And she still hadn’t met her supposed “future husband.” Lucky him, she thought bitterly, swirling the remnants of her champagne. “Oh, look! There are your soon-to-be in-laws,” her mother announced, her voice dripping with excitement.

“What do you want me to say? I’m cheating on you. I’m with someone else. You saw it yourself, didn’t you?” “But you’re my husband, Rico! How could you do this?” “You should’ve seen it coming,” Rico said with a cold laugh. “Didn’t you feel it? Our marriage stopped working a long time ago.” Ivy stared at him, stunned. “You’re useless as a wife, Ivy. You’ve never supported my career. You’re always too busy with your pathetic little job. And after all this time—you’re still not even pregnant.” Her breath caught. “You… actually said that?” she whispered.