Choji Wife Novels & Stories

“But you still did.” Silence. Thick. The kind that makes you feel like you’re underwater. “I cut contact,” he says. “You know that.” “I know,” I say again. “But cutting contact doesn’t erase history.” I zip the suitcase halfway. Stop. My chest feels too full. “I was never supposed to be the woman who finds out through screenshots,” I continue, quieter now. “I wasn’t supposed to be the lesson. Or the pause. Or the proof that you tried.” His eyes glisten. He swallows hard. “You’re my wife.”

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

Winston's POV I recognized it immediately as Theo's private social media account. "Gods, please save my beloved and let her live." Below the dramatic headline was a lengthy post painting me as a toxic, obsessive husband who couldn't accept rejection. Meanwhile, Theo and Rebecca were portrayed as a loving couple torn apart by my jealousy. The attached images included security footage of me stabbing Rebecca and a copy of hospital documents showing she was in critical condition. The post already had over a million shares and comments.

Jealousy. He hated it. Especially because it made no sense. Alina was his wife. Legally. Technically. Yet every time he saw her with another man, something dark settled inside him. Something possessive. Something irrational. Something he couldn't control. And the more he watched... the worse it became. Later that evening, guests began leaving. The event slowly came to an end. Alina collected her things and prepared to leave. She had barely taken three steps toward the exit when someone blocked her path.

She ate it eagerly, making Reynald feel sorry for his wife. "Reynald?" "Oh, Chiko. With whom are you here?" asked Reynald. "None other than my wife," Chiko replied. "Your wife never misses anything," Reynald teased. "Of course. The woman I have chosen to accompany me for a lifetime deserves to be treated well," Chiko said. "Yes. Man loves woman," Reynald joked. "Who is that, Rey?" Chiko asked and looked at Riana. Riana was enjoying her meal, and didn't notice her husband's friend approaching.

"Here, am I the host, or are you?" Ester burst into laughter immediately. "Are you... still sane?" Chloe remained still. She continued her words. "Remember one thing, Ester Gisella. If it weren't for my permission, you wouldn't be able to enter the Hartono family. I am still the legal wife of Leonel Grisham. And you..." Chloe didn't care if her pointed finger was aimed directly at Ester's face. "You're just an outsider who satisfies my husband's desires. Without my consent, your so-called legitimate marriage would never exist."

Jack's POV - Finally, Chloe is my wife. I can't express my gratitude to God for giving me her as my life partner. She is closing her eyes with trembling lips which are surely craving to be smashed by my lips. I follow her wish and it takes minimal time when I find my hands to explore her skin.

I backed away immediately. "Don't." My voice cut through the harbor. "You've had years to explain." His expression darkened. "It wasn't that simple." I laughed again. "It never is with you." Marcus looked uncomfortable, Victor rubbed a hand over his face. Neither interrupted. They knew this was coming. I pointed at Adrian. "Our marriage." My voice shook with fury. "Was it real?" He looked straight at me. "Yes." I narrowed my eyes. "Then why were my parents choosing my husband before they died?"