Cute Wife Novels & Stories

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"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?

From the beginning until now, I've never liked that witch. It's late, and I intend to drink until the morning. After that, following Rara. I have to save my household. I miss my wife. Not until 24 hours I know the news disappeared. I was helpless not to be around her. Although I like to fight with her if I'm with her, all of this I do because I like to be irritated by seeing her face when angry. It's getting cute. I want to bite all those cute faces. From her nose, cheeks, lips, chin. All. What's more, that extraordinary mouth, which likes to swear against me. I just smiled like crazy. Think of anything that we have been through together with my beloved wife. Trust me, and a cute and that ru

- Of course my wife Riley. - Your wife sir? he asked with a strange voice. - Yes my wife, she is working at the company and she is a low-position screenwriter and no we are not allowed to help her in any way. Riley heard him and her eyes were sparkling and she could see that he really listened to her and respected her decisions. - Of course sir. Jack responded. - Thank you, Jack. Riley grabbed his wheelchair and went toward the exit. They sat in the car and at that moment he decided to kiss her.

Argo said in his heart. “Oh, my God! It was very sad to see my brother being such a cruel man to his wife. Why Edward could turn out to be so cruel like this? I can't imagine what if that happened. Tiffany would be devastated if she was divorced immediately after giving birth and separated from her child. God, please wake up my mother and brother so they can quickly realize this misunderstanding. Please make them think of Tiffany as part of our family again,” Rossalie said in her heart with sadness.

Imagine my surprise when he introduces me to his cute little wife. What hurt most was that she was nothing like me. she was short, tiny and a brunette. Nothing like me, I was only a head shorter than Andre, I was blonde dirty blonde but still blonde. I wasn’t in any way cute. I was busty. Nothing about me is cute.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

"And that you don't remember the last decade." "Not a single day," I confirmed. "Do you remember Liam?" "I do," I smiled faintly, glancing at the man beside me. "I remember him as my childhood best friend." Liam’s jaw tightened slightly at the phrase, a flicker of something raw passing through his eyes before he masked it. Vienna caught the reaction instantly, her pen pausing over the paper. "And how do you view him now?" Vienna asked gently. "He's my husband," I said simply. "He's a bit rigid, terribly serious, and occasionally very annoying... but I feel safe around him."

she hissed lowly. And her husband only raised a brow at her, his hands clasped behind him as he assessed her. His wife had that seemingly calm sweet look that deceives people. It would take a while for them to realize she could be worse. “I never really fancied her anyways…” shemuttered sashaying her way into the hous