Darling Wife Novels & Stories

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

The staff member smiled and asked, "Do you want to get one for your wife? She's pregnant, but our free-range chickens are safe for her consumption." Dexter was taken aback. Then, a raw joy washed over him—he was pleased that the staff member had called Eleanor his wife.

Her voice was calm, and her expression showed no sadness. “W-what?” Tracy was surprised. She seemed to think for a moment. Then she asked, “So, should I congratulate you on your marriage or your divorce?” Darlene shrugged. “Whatever you want.” Then she and Tracy laughed. Looking down, Darlene began to recount the bitter events she had experienced. “Hmm… I’m curious about what kind of man your husband is. Doesn’t he know that his ex-wife is a famous painter?” Darlene grimaced. “He’s a very handsome and extraordinary man…” But the words stopped in her throat.

Carolyn growled, her eyes full of anger and retribution. “Oh” That was the only thing I could say. Not that it surprised me that the model left him. I never saw her as someone who could handle tough task. She was a woman used to easy life and she found that with Damien, boy did he pamper her. Worse when we were married. Showered her with gifts he never bothered to give me, took her places he wouldn’t dare go with me. He never even allowed us to eat together in a restaurant. Now that the tough times has come she bails. “I am sorry to hear Damien’s wife leaving him but…”

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

Darwin turned to Hathaway. "So it was you who spouted nonsense in front of my mother, Miss Ross. It seems I have been too kind to you, allowing you to hurt my wife time and time again." Hathaway was taken aback, as if struck by lightning. "Wife? You're married to Fiona?" she trembled as she asked. The word "wife" must have been too much for her to handle. Before Darwin could respond, Hathaway rushed towards him and grabbed his arm.

However, as Darlington wanted to reply to me, with a shake of his head, he uttered, “No, I cannot.” His office door pushed open, and his wife, Amara, entered the office with her big tummy as she wore a brown maternity gown. Amara’s smiling face hardened as she saw Darlington and me standing together in close proximity. Darlington quickly let go of me, as his gaze shifted to look at the door that revealed his pregnant wife. “Amara, wait!” Darlington called after her as he quickly dashed out of his office, not expecting to see Amara show up.

"These rules are a piece of cake, Mr. Anderson. I think Mrs. Anderson is just trying to strengthen the bond between you two." "Exactly." Eve gave him a thumbs up and stood up. "Oh, my dear Ethan." She circled his chair and stood behind him. "You don't expect me to be a caring wife while you don't reciprocate the treatment. Do you know how much it hurts me when you spend the whole night at the company?" "But the third and fourth rules are stupid and childish." "Hmmm." Eve sauntered to the desk and faced him. "There's nothing wrong with the third and fourth rule. Aren't those what romantic couples do? Do you want our marriage to be like a bland soup; tasteless and not spicy?"

She then approached him. "Hi, Handsome! Can I get your number?" asked the girl. Her lips are very red. "What's your name?" said the one with makeup on her face. "I'm Charmaine; what's your name?" Dahlia came closer and held her husband's arm. "Love, who are they?" Dahlia asked him and raised an eyebrow. "Some fishes in the ocean, Love." Her husband said, laughing. The girls were surprised and snorted. "Sorry, girls, I'm off limits. I'm married already." He showed his hand with a wedding ring. "And this beautiful girl beside me is my wife."