Darling Wife Novels & Stories

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."

He could not let the little fairy fall into a mishap. Darryl raised his head and answered in a snap, "Uh… she is my wife." "Pfft..." The little fairy blushed. She spat at Darryl and protested, "Who’s your wife?" Darryl was too shameless, he was really bad! Darryl let out a sly laugh and said to Sloan, “Sister Sloan, I'm sorry. My wife has a bad temper and she often fights with me. What a shame to be doing that in front of you."

He was clean shaven and had a stout appearance. "Darren, have you seen the news?" A beautiful woman in her mid fifties, walked down from the spiral staircase into the living room. She's obviously his wife. Darren closed the papers and adjusted his crossed his legs even better on the couch. He dropped his teacup on the glass table and removed his glasses. Now watching as his wife approached him, he said. "Is this about Adele?" The woman was slightly taken aback by his calm demeanour over a matter as this. Especially since she just couldn't comprehend why their eldest daughter would do such a thing.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

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? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.