Cerita Panas Istri Novels & Stories

He was really a ladies man. "Oh thank you for your concern. I am well, I am perfectly fine" I lied through my teeth. "Well why are you standing here alone without Lucas? Where is your husband?" Ian asked but then his eyes drifted from my face to behind me and he spotted what had my gaze earlier--Lucas and that ginger haired lady dancing ever so passionately. "Oh.."he muttered. "It is really not what it seems like" I quickly said with a nervous smile. "Well it seems like your husband totally abadoned you and started hanging out with Sheelah" he smiled pitifully at me.

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

" He took my hand, we both shook hands. We talked about little random things to keep the air lively and comfortable. "What do you think you are doing with another woman in front our son?" A woman suddenly walked in looking very angry like she was ready to devour me. Everybody in the ice cream parlor turned to look at her. Their gaze suddenly got fixed on our corner. I was starting to get embarrassed. She looked at Felix spitefully. I looked at Felix who looked stunned to give me an explanation or say something. "Who are you?" She turned to look at me sternly. "I'm Isla." I answered still feeling stunned.

"It's crazy" "Hold on...How?When? Where?You didn't tell me anything? We're soul..." "Oh hell,don't start with that, I'm not going to discuss my sex escapades with you because you've this weird soulsisters anthem" "Then how did you get laid?" Isabelle study her with a frown. "None of your business" "How did you get pregnant?" "How?how?really?,I got pregnant the same way you did and that's not the problem,the problem is you know it"

I glanced at the caller ID and felt a surge of relief wash over me; it was Dmitri, my right-hand man and closest confidante. "Nick," Dmitri's voice crackled over the line, his tone urgent. "Your wife is furious. She's coming back early from her trip to France, and she's not happy." I grimaced, the knot of tension in my stomach tightening with every word. My wife—Isabel, the woman I had once thought I loved—had been nothing but a thorn in my side for years now, her constant lies and deceit driving a wedge between us that seemed impossible to bridge.

As soon as I unlock my bedroom door and step into the hallway to go finish the laundry downstairs, Isla is standing there waiting on me. Smirking. “You think you’re gonna live some happy little life with your good little girlfriend?” she says coldly. “It’s not happening. I don’t give a fuck how many petitions you file. I’m still gonna be your wife.” I don’t even respond. I just turn my back to her and walk down toward the basement because I genuinely cannot deal with her ass right now.

Jane's said madly. The only thing Jester's wife held was the strand of the woman's hair. Because it was so long, it was easy for anyone to catch up with it. So, the rich man's flaming wife dragged her to her husband's bedroom. Jane tied her hands and slapped her several times, relieving her anger.

“Honestly, it's hard for me to agree with that. I'm afraid, many female students or female teachers will be amazed by your good looks." "You are jealous?" Frans teased. Even though he knew Veronica was jealous, he still wanted to tease his wife. “Do I have to say it?” Veronica grumbled. With his eyes turning half circles. “Actually no. But if you want to say it, I'll be happy to listen.” “Bi… aku cemburu. Aku tidak rela melihat suamiku digoda oleh wanita lain. Apa lagi sampai ikut tergoda.”

On the day of the divorce, there was a strange smile playing on Dakota's lips. That smile sent a chill through me. Things were definitely not as simple as they seemed. The day I returned home to pack my belongings, Yvette was in my house. She held a confirmation slip for an abortion in her hand and said, "Dakota, I contributed the most to this whole thing. I should get this place." I felt intense repulsion upon seeing her smile. What did she mean by "this whole thing"?

The day I discovered Sean's affair, I cornered him and my stepsister Tina in the company warehouse. A fire broke out afterward. Tina died saving me from the flames, and Sean was injured when a pillar collapsed on him. His shoulder was wrapped in bandages. "Joanna, are you happy now?" His ragged scream that day echoed in my ears for a long, long time. Two months later, the company went bankrupt because of the fire. To pay off the debts, Sean and I moved to a run-down neighborhood. I worked three jobs a day, all to ease the guilt eating me alive. A few years passed, and our relationship seemed to find its way back to what it once was—right up until Valentine's Day. That was when I spotted the