Darling Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

I wanted to die with something beautiful around me instead of these white walls and the smell of antiseptic. "I'll arrange it," Whitmore said quietly. "But Mrs. Vale, please. Let me come with you." "No." I tried to smile, though my cracked lips made it painful. "I want to see my husband alone. Just us. The way it should be." The way it never was, some traitorous part of my mind whispered. I silenced it.

She met my gaze and criticized me, “Dale was just being nice, and you assaulted him? You’re too wicked to be a father. “I’m moving Dale into the estate tomorrow to care for the children.” A flash of smugness fleeted across Dale’s eyes as he leaned in to pull Krystal into his voice. He murmured, his voice sounding hurt, “Ms. Markham, my feelings don’t matter. Just clear the air with your husband. Don’t let me and the children come between you two.” Krystal looked at me in disdain and said, “What’s there to explain? He’s a man, but he’s firing blanks. He should be grateful I didn’t dump his sorry bottom.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

Two months had passed by just the fleeting turning of days into weeks, and things had changed more than Ava could have ever imagined. In the best way. Dali was fully out of the hospital already and was only on meds, while sticking with her sweetheart, who refused to leave her side. AVARSON had launched their new collections for a new season, and gained more recognition than ever in global markets. And she was now recognized as the wife of billionaire, Ethan Walton all over the city which increased her popularity. They made a few public appearances after the news about them came out, and it had now become known that they were indeed married to one another.

“You were nothing but a fucking whore who couldn't keep her legs shut despite knowing the man you are dealing with is married.” I knew they met long before Dashiell got married to me, but couldn't help but rub it in her face that I was the one he married and not her. While he made me his wife, she remained a fucking girlfriend. Lilith's tears spilt over, and she crumpled, her body shaking with sobs. “You're cruel,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for sympathy. “You're heartless.” Dashiell's expression softened as he got up from his chair and took a step forward. “Lils, please—”

He replied. "You got to be kidding me! You mean this disgusting ugly gold digger is your..." "She is my wife Angelica! And I will respect if you stop insulting her in my presence." He cut her off. "Okay, this came all of a sudden but I'm so excited, my dreams of seeing my daughter-in-law finally come true, I'm so proud of you Asher." Mrs Dacey said and hugged him. "You are so beautiful, honey." She added and hugged Sophie but Angelica quickly pulled her away.

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.