Darling Wife Novels & Stories

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 spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

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.

He asked with all emphasis on the word " my wife? “ . I had no words to reply to Damien. I tried to pull myself out from the situation and play victim. I knew what was at stake if I said the wrong words. “Wife? I don't know who your wife is Damien" I said, defensively. " Irene! Irene Swift! Don't play dummy Agnes, I am a very good man. Too good at not missing targets “ he threatened. I had lied and I had to keep up with the lie I started with.

A lonely bitch is all she will ever be known for living in a cramped apartment inside one of the most dangerous districts in the state. He remembered the name of the woman Daemon hated who was his wife. What could have happened for her husband to harbor deep resentment towards her? Did she cheat on him? Perhaps. That’s a very likely reason. “Devon Farrows.” She opened her laptop and researched about her but there’s no results so she tried to type his name only to close her laptop and leaned in the backrest of her worn out couch she got on a thrift shop when she realized she didn’t know his full name.

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.

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.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.