Novel & Cerita Chubby Wife

The doctor looked at her with pity. “Your husband’s preliminary cause of death appears to be cardiac arrest. This type of condition is acute. If someone had been with him and called for help in time, he might have survived. Unfortunately, your husband wasn’t that lucky.” That meant, if only someone had been there to perform CPR at the time, I could have been saved. “What was I doing at the time? I was... He’s dead because of me.” I hovered in the air and watched her fall apart, but I felt nothing inside.

“Xin Er. It's a beautiful name. Rest well. My husband went out but he'll soon be back. He was the one who saw you passed out on the street.” “Ah, I…” “You should rest. He will come over once he returns from work.” “Thank you so much, Mrs Mo. I appreciate it” “No..no problem. I’ll go now.” Twenty minutes later, she was sitting on a sofa in the living room with the television turned on after being persuaded by Mrs Mo. It was at this moment, she could look around the house. It was a fairly good modern apartment compared to the dilapidated house she had lived with her mother. Moreover, it had an homely feeling. A woman scarf was hanging on the armrest. A man's shoe was lying side by side in a co

she ends with a shrug. I keep looking at her with an unamused expression because that’s all I feel at the moment, my wife is in a delicate condition right now which makes her vulnerable and emotional. Not like she’s able to control her emotions on a normal day, but these days it’s worse, just yesterday, she called me crying because she saw cute puppies on the internet. The time before that was baby shoes. I don’t want anything upsetting her, and Nikki being here will upset her greatly. She’s a jealous little thing, my wife, I can’t complain, I’m very much worse.

As soon as he announced he had a wife, she began to make her presence known. The entire office was itching for gossip, but with Jonathan grilling them to fast-forward some of the projects, they could only focus on their work. Moreover, rumors spread like wildfire that he would take two weeks off. Everyone speculated whether he would spend that time with his recently reconciled wife. Jonathan Smith’s Wife became a hot topic on the internet as everyone speculated who she was. Vivian was out of the running as she had been hovering around him all the time. Jonathan’s statement had come as a slap in the face. It made her desperate.

"Alright, it's just that I'm missing you already! I feel so lonely despite not being able to see you for just one night. William, did you drug me? I think I'm lovesick!" William was a sucker when his wife was being lovey-dovey like this with him. "I miss you so much, too. Come over to Wolf Group, your husband shall treat you to a big feast!" "No, Abbie said that I have gained some weight ever since being married to you. I want to go on a diet! This way, you won't have an excuse to fall in love with slim b*tches out there." "Don't worry. I'll always love you for the way you are."

The man said, "Your wife is quite beautiful, just a little bit less than my wife." Russell... "Your wife was..." "The one on the left of your wife, wearing a floral dress." Russell turned his head and took a look. Silence. Looks quite festive. She had a very married look, with a chubby round face and arms twice thick as Chelsea's. The man said, "She used to be slim before she had a child. She only gained weight after giving birth, but she's not really fat. I think she looks great. You guys don't have children yet, right?"

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”